Obey I don't know the meaning of the word

Chapter one

Obey, I don't know the meaning of the word!

Summary- Harry has always been different then what the wizarding world wanted her to be. Never the delicate obedient young lady they wanted the only daughter of the Potter family to be like. Never the compliant little golden girl they thought she should be. Why would she be so, after finally defeating the mad man that had been after he all her life? Obey, screw that, she didn't know the meaning of the word. But now the world has gone to hell, and the dead are waking up hungry, how will this effect Harry's wish for freedom? What will happen to her, alongside the woman she had long since called a sister? Will she be forced to learn to obey? Or will she be able to keep her freedom? Female Harry in a Harry Potter Walking dead Crossover.

Disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter or the walking dead nor do I make any money off of either one of them.

Chapter Prolog

Harry didn't know rather to curse or laugh at the absurdity of it all. Hell, she wanted to do both as well as start firing some deadly curses while she was at it, both magical as well as verbal. Maybe then she would be able express exactly the way she was feeling. While gaining the satisfaction of several rather painful spells hitting certain people while she was at it.

Though even as she felt this way, and as she did her best to repress the urge to show them exactly what she thought about they had said. Harry figured she really should be used to it by know, and honestly should have long expected something like this to happen. After all the Wizarding world and their reactions had long since gotten predictable to her.

As Harry knew she was not one for confirming into what others thought she should be like; having long since learned that it would never word. And because of this knew that she would never be one for it anyway.

Not now, not in her past despite how hard her so-called family and tired, and never in her future either; not if she could help it. And this was in spite of everyone who tried to make her do otherwise.

But when you're a female, six feet tall, having fought all your life and looked like you fought all your life on top of that. Not to mention when you really take after you own father in regard to height and muscular structure, opposed to her much smaller and daintier mother, it made it hard to confirm into what others thought you should be.

And it was not helped in the least bit with the fact that she had regularly called either the amazon or wonder women by your friends. Both for the way she looked, and because of the rather vicious temper she had. Something she seemed to have in common with all the females that had been in her family. So no, Harry wouldn't ever really fit into the mold the others seemed to think that she should.

Especially when it was what the wizarding world thought she should now be like. As now that she had dealt with the threat for them, while they had been all burying their collective heads in the sands. They now thought that they could all order her to do what they wanted; order her to be what they wanted her to be like.

Which was, as they worded it, becoming a proper woman. That now that she had done her duty when it came to Voldemort it was time for her to becoming the Lady of the Potter how that she was supposed to be. The one they felt she should be like for that matter. That she honestly should already be like given the fact she was the last of the Potters; along with several other families most of them had no idea about.

Which as Harry had quickly found out meant, that they wanted her to become the lady of her family's house. By that they meant they wanted her to marry someone of their choosing, or at the very least someone they approved of.