Ch 01- Beginnings
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. The plot is mine and only mine. I do not own Resident Evil either..
Summary: While exploring an old trunk of wizarding nit knacks, Harry reads a scroll that awakens the dead in a local crypt. The infection soon spreads and the wizarding world is fighting for its survival. Pairing will be Harry/Alice. Resident Evil Crossover. Good Dumbledore. Ron/Ginny/Hermione Bashing.
A/N: I also know that I may need a beta for this but I have decided that I'm not going to get one until I finish the story. Once I finish it, I start searching for one. I'll take recommendations for one though.
"You did what," screamed Hermione. Sometimes that boy could be dense. "What in the world where you thinking? You've must have gone insane."
"Didn't you know that it is dangerous to…."
"Watch out," he yelled as he killed another zombie.
"Thanks," she said as she got up. "And don't think you are off the hook for saving me. It's your fault that we are in this mess in the first place. As I was saying, don't you know that it is dangerous to read scrolls in a dead language? Didn't you ever watch those movies as a kid? The Mummy?"
"Hey," he protested. "It's not my fault that I lived a sheltered childhood. You were the one telling Ron that he needed to expand his vocabulary. Why shouldn't I try and learn a new language? Why should Ron be the only one to learn something new?"
"Yeah," Ron agreed. He figured the least he could do was attempt to aid Harry. It was kinda his fault that they found the trunk in the first place. "He didn't do anything…much."
Hermione's right eye twitched at that declaration. In a mocking voice, she said, "Nothing much? Look at me. I'm Harry Potter and I like reading scrolls that bring the dead back to life. Watch as I bring about Armageddon. Morons."
"Sarcasm doesn't suit you," said Draco as he fended off another zombie. "Potter, if I live through this…" He was cut off when a large section of the wall exploded from some students over zealous use of the exploding hex.
"What did you say," Harry yelled over the noise. "I didn't hear you."
"I said that if I live through this, I'm going to torture you to death," he panted. "Then I'm going to bring you back and do it over again until I feel vindicated."
"How was I supposed to know that the scroll would do all this," he yelled as he cast a blasting curse at a zombie. "Why would someone leave a scroll like that laying around a school full of children? And when did we get a crypt here? I don't ever remember seeing one."
"Dolt," screamed Hermione as she blasted another un-dead. "The scroll was not lying around. It was locked away until you found it. In a tomb! Buried under the school! Heavily warded! It said do not enter. Did you read that? NO, you didn't!"
"Attention," Dumbledore's voice called as it sounded throughout the castle. "The ground defenses have been overridden and the forest has fallen. We are falling back to the castle. All fighters fall back."
"Come on," cried Ron as he killed another one. "Let's get out of here."
The defenders, who were in reality mostly students, began falling back. The Aurors held the rear guard, ensuring that the students made it back safely. Luckily for them, the zombies were only first generation and had not evolved yet. When that happened, Merlin help them.
"Albus," sighed McGonagall. The last week had been trying on everyone. First, Hogsmeade had fallen. Then the forest was overridden with those things. "What are we going to do? The castle's defenses will hold against the onslaught and we have enough food to last indefinably, but what about the future. We can't just live our lives out here in the magical enclaves."
"Why not," argued Lucius Malfoy. The Board of Governors just happened to be in the school for their monthly meeting with the Headmaster when the outbreak started. "This is just what we need. The virus will spread through the muggle world. We will be safe in the magical enclaves. Once the virus has run its course, we shall emerge and wipe it out. The muggle that survive shall be happy that we saved them. They'll worship us."
"We shall go on," he said, ignoring Malfoy. Though he did have to admit, he had a good idea. "Just as we always have. We can block off all access to Magical areas. Diagon Alley will be safe, as will the Ministry. I will send word for other enclaves around the world to do the same. All we can hope for is survival. Hopefully the creatures will die soon. We can then start rebuilding. The muggle world will need us more than ever."
"Are you insane," Snape yelled in frustration. Damn sweets have probably rotted your brain. "You know as well as I do that they will not die. They will continue to feed until all life is wiped out."
"There's not much that we can do," Dumbledore said in resignation. "The dice have been cast. There is no going back."
"I knew Potter would be the end of me," Snape ranted. "I swear that if I become infected, he will be my first victim."
"I think you will have to find him first," said Hermione from the door. "He's gone."
"Harry," yelled Ron. "Let's go. We're heading back. There are too many of them."
"No," Harry yelled back as he fought off three of them. "I started this and I will finish it."
"There are too many of them," Hermione cried. "You will be overrun."
"So be it," he grunted. "I've got dragonhide armor on. That should last for a while .I'll at least take as many of them as I can with me."
"We can only hope to wait it out," she yelled back. "There is no stopping it."
"If it escapes into the Muggle world, there will be no stopping it. I can't stay here and abandon them."
"Forget them," she yelled. Didn't he understand? The wizarding world needed to survive. "They will not be able to survive anyway. They have no magic to fight with."
"Can you hear yourself," he said disgusted. "You sound just like Malfoy. Maybe you should go and join him. I think he is half way back to the castle already."
"Why are you trying to save them," argued Ron. "It was muggles that abused you. Us magicals need to look out for ourselves."
"So it's come down to this," he sighed. He knew that it would never last. Their friendship was always rocky at best. "Ron, I always knew you were ignorant of muggles, but this goes beyond the pale. Hermione, I would've thought that you would understand the most. Your parents are muggles. Don't you care what happens to them?"
Hermione knew he was right, but she could not give up the feeling that she was somebody here. In the muggle world, she was a nobody. She had no power. Muggles represented the past to her. Magic was the future. "Harry, muggles will eventually kill each other. There is nothing we can do. At least here we can fight back."
"A parting of ways it is then," he said remorsefully. Deep down, he always knew that he would stand alone at the end. It would be him against the forces of Voldemort. As a child, he stood alone against the world. Even with magic, he still stands alone. He just had hoped that it would be a few more years before that happened.
"Harry," yelled Ron when he saw him walking away. "You can't survive out there. If the zombies don't get you, Voldemort will."
Harry took one more look at his once friends and said, "Goodbye."
"Good Riddance," spat Snape. "Maybe he will get himself…"
He didn't get to finish his sentence due to the large fist slamming into his head. "Don't talk about Harry like that," growled Hagrid. "He is a great and powerful wizard. He will survive. You'll see."
"I hate to say it, but I agree with Snape," said Ron. Who would've thought that I would ever agree with Snape? "Potter started all this. He just couldn't keep his hands off that scroll."
"Enough," Dumbledore yelled. He would not tolerate them talking that way about Harry. He looked at the boy as the grandson he never had. "I will not have his name dragged through the mud. Yes, it was a mistake. But it was my mistake. I knew the tomb was there. I didn't know what was in it, but just that it was there. I should have searched it years ago and removed anything that was dangerous. We shall endeavor to survive."
"But what about the others?" asked Flitwick.
Dumbledore thought about it before responding, "Once the school is secure, I shall go and ward the Ministry and Diagon Alley. At least they will offer some protection. No one shall be admitted until they pass a medical screening."
"How many did we lose in the retreat to the castle," asked Ron. He seemed to forget about Harry very quickly.
"We lost ten Aurors and 3 students," replied McGonagall weakly.
"Can't we just blast them or burn them," demanded Draco. "Their bodies couldn't last that long."
"It is not about how long their bodies last, but how many of them are our there, the virus spreads fast and we can not contain it fast enough."
"Whatever," said Draco. "I'm going home. At least I'm safe there."
"Are you sure about that," asked Dumbledore. "You don't know what is happening past these walls. It is safer to stay in one place, at least until we ward the magical areas."
After thinking it over for a few minutes he decided to stay at the castle and hope for the best.
"What's that sound," asked Flitwick as he walked over to the window. "Never mind, what's that?"
Hermione saw what he was pointing at and had to rub her eyes to be sure she was not seeing things. Maybe I sniffed some potions. "That shouldn't be able to fly here."
"What is it," asked Ron. "A dragon?"
"No," she said. "It's a helicopter, a muggle flying vehicle."
"Muggles can fly?" Ron asked.
"What's that on the side," squinted McGonagall. "It looks like it might be an umbrella."
"Umbrella," mumbled Hermione. "I know this…"
"Do you recognize the symbol, Miss. Granger," asked Dumbledore.
"Yes sir, I saw it on TV back home. It belongs to the Umbrella Corporation. They have their hands in everything, mostly Pharmaceuticals though."
"Are they going to help us," asked Flitwick hopefully. "There are men in black suits getting out of them."
"Somehow I don't think they are here to protect us," said Dumbledore as the men shot the zombies. "All they seem to want is a zombie."
Once the men had grabbed a few specimens, the helicopters took off.
"Headmaster," Remus called as he ran in. "We're saved. There are Aurors coming in from all around Europe. There are thousands of them. The goblins are also joining in the extermination of the zombies. They think they will have the outbreak contained within a day or two."
"That's great news," Dumbledore beamed. He had thought all hope was lost. All thought about the muggles in the helicopter were forgotten for the time being. "It's a good thing that the forest surrounds us. All we have to do is ward the other side of the forest and search it. Just to be safe, we'll also send the Aurors into the countryside on the other side of the forest."
"I'm still calling for a vote for more isolation from the Muggle world," Lucius said. "There is still a chance that the infection spread to the muggles. We'll never be able to check them all."
"But…" Hermione tried.
"No buts, Ms. Granger," he said. "I'm placing it for a vote."
Soon an argument broke out and everyone forgot about the strange muggle helicopter that landed. And it would be a while before any of them remembered it. It would also be awhile before Dumbledore remembered that Harry was missing.
Umbrella Field Laboratory
"Doctor," called a man in a wrinkled grey suit as he ran into the room. "Do you have enough specimens? Or do you need more?"
"No, no," the doctor said. "These are fine. One of them is even alive still. I might be able to figure out how an outbreak popped up over here in the UK. As far as I'm aware, there are no labs dealing with the virus over here anymore."
"Maybe it was an old sample," the man said. "Or someone stole a sample from back in states."
"No, this is something different. I've never seen anything like it before. If I had to guess, I'd say that this is older. But that's impossible. These are first generations and we've heard of no outbreaks before this one."
"This bears looking into."
"Actually, I'm surprised that the virus hasn't changed him yet. He should be just like the others. I'm going to keep an eye on him for awhile. If he can last until we reach the States, I've got a special project for him."
Both men stared down at the black haired boy. He couldn't be more than 18 years old. Yet somehow he has lasted longer than any other human exposed to the virus. They had been looking for the perfect weapon and they may have just found it. All they had to do now was isolate the unknown variable.
End Chapter One