Obey I don't know the meaning of the word

chapter 3

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 or make any money off of it.

Chapter two

It had been around a month since Harry had first left the wizarding world, and it seemed that for at least the moment luck was on her side. As no one in the wizarding world, or at least the parts she was fleeing from, seemed to have realized she had left in the first place.

Or if they had realized that she was gone, they hadn't been able to track her down or send out any sort of bounty out to have her found. And Harry knew that if they did realize she was gone they would have tried to track her down.

Or set a price out on her head to be brought back to them alive; kicking and screaming if possible. If only because of everything she had taken with her, meaning whatever it was that the Goblins had done was working; at least for the time being it was.

Best yet, as it turns out Luna had known just what Harry had been planning, as Harry had hoped she would, and had agreed to come with her. Or as her sister said when Harry had gone there to ask her in the first place, 'the heliopaths let her see the paths that Harry was going to take, and how the path was open to her as well.' Meaning that Luna had long since been prepared and was all too happy to go with Harry once she had decided to leave.

Though at the same time, even if they did have some good luck on their sides, at least in regard to the wizarding world, it hadn't been all roses as they had travelled. Especially as they were travelling as two females on their own, which seemed to be a siren call to a lot of different people; not all of them good. And while Harry did look intimidating to those in the wizarding world, it wasn't always so in the more mundane world.

Especially when she was wearing dresses that either covered her arms or was wearing clothing that was particularly loose and flowing as it made Harry look a lot softer and inviting then she truly was. Something that several people found out in a rather painful fashion when they tried to push things further than either Luna or Harry was willing to take it.

Harry, knowing just why they had such trouble following them, at least when it came to the people they keep on meeting, and beyond sick of it all. Decided to stop dressing in dress, or the flowing clothing that seemed to attract the others to them.

Dressing instead in baggy pants and male shirts that either showed her arms or if not, that wouldn't get in the way if she had to throw a punch, or get into a fight later on. Something she had found was utter hell to do when wearing a dress with heels. This had an immediate effect, as others seemed to either grumble and walk away from them, or utterly ignore them.

It took Harry longer than she would have liked to admit and gained her a lot of laughter from Luna in return, when she discovered just why this was. As it seemed that the clothing, she had decided to take in wearing, and the fact she had taken to binding her chest more as it helped her more with the training she was doing, made it so that the others that they came a crossed her mistake her for a male. Something that only seemed to be further supported by the fact that Harry usually had her hair in a tight braid hidden underneath her shirt; making her hair look a lot shorter than it actually was.