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Chapter 07:

A Light Show & A Life's Truth in the Open

Shadows grew as the moon rose high above, the omniscient air gave birth to a disturbing presence for those in the range of these ghastly entities. Daryl and Merle could feel the inexplicable coldness sweeping in around them, feeling the goosebumps pebbling up and down their forearms and raising the small hairs all over. This went beyond anything they'd encountered before as both men felt the tight grip of fear sinking in to the very marrow and sure to leave them disturb for quite some time afterwards. That is if they came out of this alive. Both were of the same mindset thinking what in God's green earth were those things…

The only one who didn't feel any amount of fear, only anger and agitation was the small witch as she looks to the sky. Harley figured this was a perfect backdrop to embellish the situation they were in. Curses and a drawn out laugh escaped her chest at how fate could add more danger unto their full plate with humanities battle against the undead.

She couldn't believe her eyes even if the evidence was coming in full view towards them. The evening's air got frostier in their surrounding area. Seeing her own breath fogging up in her face was further proof that America had more trouble brewing if this wasn't the only hive of Dementors leaving British soil for bigger hunting grounds.

Ohhhh, this keeps on getting better and better, so fucking unbelievable! Harley was standing there alongside the two Dixon everyone present looking to the sky and seeing a pack of what looked like fluttering black cloaks heading in their direction. The creeping twilight as their eerie background adding to the scene, something that could be created in a person's worst nightmare one of those horror flicks Harley had watched a few when she took the time to discover all things muggle after leaving the Wizarding world.

She could've sworn she heard Merle mutter something that sound remotely like 'Fuck me you seeing those too, ah Sweet Jesus on a hand grenade! ' but seeing how both men were just finding themselves jumping out of one fight to another. Harley knowa that this falling right into their laps wasn't going to be an easy fight especially given she was the only one with the resources to take out these sorry bastards.

But what in all that is holy and magical were these things doing here?! She could've sworn that she'd seen the last of them after the war since the ministry was supposed to see them annihilated. Given the damage they'd done and the many lives lost when Voldemort used them in his army. It had taken a lot of sheer energy and resources from anyone who could handle themselves against them to round them up but Harley had been a powerhouse able to drive back and using her Patronus to eliminate most of the threat in the process. All of this possible after the battle, thanks to multiple talks of destroying these creatures which were unanimous. No one wanted to see these things ever used again.

Though then again the people in the ministry were pretty incompetent, especially with those she last saw in charge and given she hadn't stayed too long to see them rid these annoying bastards till the last one.

Finding that some managed to cross the states, in Atlanta and heading their way just now. This was not good, not good at all. Harley's fingers wound tighter on the wand, her body reacting to the adrenaline. She could barely stand the thought emerging in her mind if those soul eaters managed to reach camp. Immediately her body and mind resorts to acting out a very familiar action as she slips into the role of taking command of the situation.

"HEDWIG!" Harley yells out, seemingly as if this had been choreographed before or her mind had been read the phoenix immediately sprang in the air at her call. She flew in front of the two Dixons and thrills out a melody loudly to keep the Dementors back from the space filled with her magic she was feeding with her joyful song. She dipped and swirled up in the air as she weaved a barrier of light with the sounds she created.

While Harley wants to create a barrier to protect them as soon as possible, she needed time to focus on the one charm made to help fight those things. She really needed to focus and find a good memory, one full of happiness. At the moment it seems like it a chance to win the lottery was more likely to happen as she dug in her memories to select one to fuel the spell. With things having taken a sudden and large nosedive into hell for the world it was difficult for her to conjure up happy memories with the bleak future ahead. Come on girl think of something! She thought furiously needing to focus.

Harley could make out from the edge of her vision the brothers feeling the effects of those creatures, Daryl trying to lift an arrow from the quiver and aim the useless projectile in his shaky hands while Merle seemed to be struggling to fight back the bad memories that were coming to the front of all their minds.

The Georgian brothers could hear it inside their heads, sounds so loud and clear, ghostly memory of physical pain hitting them in a perverse rendition of childhood traumas. Both wishing it would stop, all those screams that had escaped them unwillingly were ringing in their brain, their pain, the suffering under their father's hand playing in a never ending stream of memories becoming worse and worse every time it was repeated…

Harley as she stood there trying to conjure the necessary requirement for the Patronus noticed that there was still one undead in the vicinity they had missed killing before the surprise arrival of their latest foes. One of the Dementors swooped after it instead of their little group of three. The walker, a male that wore what looks like a Starbucks uniform, was trying to make a run for it, though it was quite a pitiful attempt as it got to him before it could escape far enough.

Anyone present in this moment would have been able to view the undeniable fear painted on its decaying face, mouth open wide most likely trying and failing to produce to scream. The open maw gurgling in terror gave the Dementor the opportunity it was waiting for. The walker's hands rising up and ineffectively trying to push the beings approaching face away from it, hitting it with no success as its dead vocal cords tried to express its futile struggle to escape its end.

Daryl and Merle over the short time they had been around the undead had heard many odd sounds coming from them, but this one, it sounded took the cake as horrifying. The noise it made resonated and lodged itself in the pit of their stomach, it acted as if it was dying again but in a more agonizing way.

A long wailing grunt was what they could hear, the desperate repetitive sounds it was releasing chilled them to the very bone even as the silence broke. Harley saw that with one Dementor done with it's appetizer, the band of three were now heading for the main course focusing on them.

C'mon focus Harley, think! Don't just stand there like some idiot, you've got to think of everyone, think of the people back at camp. Carol, Sophia, Carl, they can't afford to get caught by them if they get pass you and you most certainly don't want to lose them. She closed her eyes thinking of that moment with her family and friends together, all happy and full of love and feeling that same emotion coursing through her body down to her very wand in hand.

"EXPECTO PATRONUM!" To someone newly exposed to this spell, something starting out as a vague silvery mist would be glimpsed. It was strangely beautiful in the heavenly sense of the word. The mist shot out and shaped itself into some winged beast, something equally disturbing and bewitching. Daryl couldn't take his eyes from it as it went charging and lashing out to destroy the three dark looking creatures, he witnessed the silver equine leap into the air charging the flying cloaks of misery. It charged one and pinned it against a tree whereupon colliding, the Patronus shoved its muzzle out and bit the Dementor. It fell to it in a fiery silver explosion of fabric and dust.

Harley completely in sync with Lune named after her dear friend saw to the death of one opponent with her skill in dual casting lit one on fire with a heavy duty fire curse. She quickly directed her glowing partner to go after the one left, Lune circled it and corals it towards the middle of the clearing by circling it making the circle tighter and tighter as she went around, She would bite it skeleton body leaving silver marks on their cloaks that bled and spread more light upon the dark creature. making it scream horrible loud wails as it got covered in the Patronus light the more the Patronus left its marks. Shortly the final Dementor finally started to burn up as the silver light consumed it to nothing but ashes and bits of fabric left in its wake.

As the oppressing atmosphere disappeared with the final reckoning of the Dementors, Merle was finally able to get some air back into his lungs. Coughing and hacking aided by pounding at his chest in faint hope of dislodging this heavy pressure sitting there. Daryl was still shaking over what had just happen, feeling like death warmed over right there, his life still flashing before his eyes but slowly getting back to normal and wasn't the only one.

Daryl had bent down halfway, hands clutching his knees, heaving as he expelled what was once their dinner before managing to pull himself together long enough to glance at Merle and saw he was also feeling like he wanted to puke as well. He moved to wipe his mouth with the back of his hand and looked to see where Harley was, her body still and holding that stick in the direction where those things came from.

"Jesus…" Harley says exhaling slowly turning to them, strangely calm but also a bit exasperated over the current situation. "Now that's out of the way, shall we take our leave and maybe get going before we wind up drawing more of those fuckers in?" The two men were not sure which part she was referring to but honestly, they didn't care! Those cloaked ones had really shaken them up a great deal more than they were showing…

Both nodded and although Harley could see they were badly shaken, she thought what the heck, In for a penny, in for a pound as they say, she decided she'd better take them back using the fastest route. "You guys trust me right?" Following their nods she walked over and held on both by their wrist and suddenly they found themselves being pressed very hard from all directions; they couldn't breathe, there were iron bands tightening around their chest; eyeballs were being forced back into their head and ear-drums were being pushed deeper into their skull.

But then thankfully it stopped, and they found themselves inside her RV and the two were lead to sit down while she went to towards the cabinet and grabbed some ingredients to make some hot chocolate.

"There that should make you feel better," She adds handing them each a cup, but she knows that Merle might needed something a bit stronger, grabbing a bottle of rum she sets it in front of them. She watches as they each pour a measurable amount before taking their first sip and quickly drinking it down.

She waited until they had drunk enough as well as waiting for Merle to take a swig from the bottle until he left almost one-third of it full. Before they could finally get down to what they wanted to ask.

"Just what in all of God's green earth were those things?" Merle barks out still in a bit of a shock.

"Those were Dementors, things you don't want to go knocking into ever." She had sat down and watched as they turn to her and she could see that they both weren't entirely convinced about what they had seen so she thought maybe a little more insight would help.

"Now as I was about to say before that whole mess came around and also tell you who I am really but I suppose you might've had figured out a bit just then but It's probably better should I explain it in short terms." the dark haired witch sighes over the rim of her cup as she took a sip. She takes a big gulp of the rich drink and sets it back on the table.

"Right that… that's good." He was starting to feel much better but still had questions he'd like answers to and he was sure Merle had some as well.

"To put it simply, I'm a witch that can do magic. Observe." Grinning as she slipped her wand out and pointing at the empty now bottle of liquor, focuses on changing it into a rabbit with a dark brown fur and amber eyes and makes it hop about the table like so.

Hedwig eyed it from her spot at her perch before losing interest in the fake meat. Deciding to show what else she can do, Harley turns the rabbit into a mini Sirius that was barking and running about the table before she changes it back to a rum bottle.

"Transfiguration one oh one, my late professor had taught us that where there's a will there's a way and I just thought to push it to that point."

"You see how I can do this with a wave of my wand but I can also do it without." She proved her point by turning towards the empty cups, having them start to hover towards the counter where the sink turns on and things started to be washed by invisible hands before setting down to dry out.

"So, you're not a Satanist, are you?" Merle asked, Harley couldn't help but scoff and clutch at her chest pretending to look offended, "Do I look like someone who goes around sacrificing virgins, listening to heavy metal while slashing my wrists?"

That did the trick and Merle grin sheepishly, "Nah but I did know a gal who thought she was Charles Manson's kid though I think it was the drugs that were doing the talking, plus she had these nice melons and I would've believed anything at that moment."

Harley had to turn to Daryl and saw he seems slightly embarrassed at his brother, saw him send a glance her way apologizing for him even though he had nothing to do with the way his brother was.

"So" Daryl exaggerated the first word before continuing. "let's see if I got this straight, you're a real bona fide witch with magical powers, so does that mean it's only over back where you're from or — "Daryl started to question her before being cut off.

"I'd say there were lots more, generally in any given population though we try to keep a low profile given how some would react and we really don't want to go through that whole 'pitchforks and flaming torches' now do we?" She joked as she saw they understood that before she continues, "And when I got here, I didn't want to go out and broadcast who I was to anyone, because frankly I didn't want to go through the same shit that happened back home."

Now this got their attention and Merle had to ask, "What do you mean by that?"

Harley shared a glance over at Hedwig who thrills in comfort as the young woman sighs then turns to aim her wand and brought three Butterbeers floating in front of each person and popped the caps off them automatically.

"This is going to take a while so I best make sure you get comfy." She walked towards the back to where her study was, leaving the two men to wonder what she was doing as they heard her rummaging around before coming back carrying a metal basin that had marking on it, some that Daryl recognized as she had been teaching the kids before and seeing gems of onyxes and emeralds embedded around the rim. Merle was wondering why she was bringing a fancy salad bowl and then the two notice it held some silvery substance that had a wisp of smoke coming off it. "Um dare I ask what this is?"

Harley had been gathering what memories she had of her previous life, adding them to the basin strand by strand and hopes it was enough for them to see what her life was like. She looks to the two and knows there was no going back after this, "This is a Pensive which allows one to view a person's memory and yes these are mine as well as a few others that were from people I knew. There's nothing to be afraid of, think of this as being in a movie but you're really part of the scene, just background actors." She hopes that would be helpful and saw Daryl seems to get the gist of it and looking back at the bowl in front of them.

So this contains her memories, and she's willing to let us see for ourselves. He turns to Merle and saw also he got it before turning to Harley again, "Okay so how does this work?" She held out her hands for them to each grab before bending her head forward and feeling the pull of it drawing them in as well.

They weren't gone for more than five minutes before they found themselves being expelled out of there, Time in the Pensive was faster than in real life, years of memories could be viewed in minutes. Both brothers were shaken and looking a bit ashen in the face, Harley was gauging their reaction to the whole revelations and knew this was what she could expect knowing those memories would cause them to look a bit lost and out of place while they processed everything they had seen…

She held nothing back from them, showing the memories of the world she grew up in, magic, the chaos that happens while she tended school and the expectations people wanted her to fill, the havoc and madness that a terrorist that went by a name that meant 'Flight of death' although both brothers though it sounded like ' moldy short' it sounded lame to them.

As he reached the part in analyzing what he saw he remembers when she took the hit that end her life, Daryl couldn't help himself as he turns to her asking, "Backup a minute, you said you got hit by this curse, the same one that killed lots, including your folks but not you as a baby… but this time you did die?" He was trying to wrap his head around it trying to get an idea of what she was saying and what he saw.

"I call bullshit on that." Merle grunt even though he was rather skeptic seeing how she was still living and kicking right now in front of them. "If she died, then I'm Garth Longmore." Daryl shot him a glare, knowing what he saw, but it still had him questioning how she survived. As if reading his mind, she answered them, "Yeah it's true, but there was a reason I did. Remember those Horcruxes I mentioned, he made seven of those."

"Which were that Tommy boy's journal, some pieces of jewelry, a cup and that snake 'Naggy'." But Daryl only counted six but then turn his gaze to Harley who wasn't looking at him, "And the seventh?"Harley move to brush her bangs showing a long-faded looking scar on her forehead that looks like a lightning bolt before letting it fall back down to cover it, "Unfortunately, I had a piece of that bastard with me after he killed my mother and was carrying that thing around for the last seventeen years."

When she said this, she didn't expect the rupture that came so suddenly as Merle said, "The fuck, you mean to tell me that twisted sicko put himself in your noggin and even with them using magic sticks or rituals they couldn't get that goddamn thing removed from a kid! That's just messed up there. What kind of idjit would do something like that!" He questioned in disbelief.

"I'll give you one guess and it starts with 'Dumb' and ends like 'Door'." She saw they understood and knowing how she felt and her dislike of the man for what he did. The Dixon were also on the same page showing they were thinking the same themselves. "I did not like what he put me through but seeing as that was the only thing keeping that monster alive. I didn't look into how we could be connected until it all came to light and by that time I was desperate to put a stop to him at all cost…."

Harley looks to the ground and Daryl shoots his brother a look seeing that he managed to upset her even unintentionally but still, "So, you got rid of him and his cronies, then what?" She lifted her head and seeing that she better finish up her life story, took a quick swig of her drink before she continued with her life story. "Well given the circumstances, the ministry in all its brilliances decided I shouldn't be left alone, figuring they couldn't afford to lose their 'Girl-who-lived' and let her be free to make her own choices on her future and tried to force it where I would be their 'shining hero' to do with as they pleased."

She couldn't stand living there, the fact that all the people she knew were gone and then there were those that were out to use her for their own political gain, trying to force her to be either a weapon for the ministry or worse a trophy wife/broodmare for whoever they hook her up with.

Most likely paired with someone who the ministry could control and ensure he wouldn't give her too much independency and definitely a sexist bigot pig as there were some people who managed to get off scot free and still wanted more from her. She just threw her hands up at the time and said enough was enough.

"I took care of enough shit in my lifetime, I didn't want to be their goddamn nanny when something went wrong because they were too ignorant to take care of in the first place. Not to mention, I didn't want to be some fuck toy reduced to nothing more than to be popping out their little bastards so they could lay hands on my family's fortune. I told them in not so many nice words that they could all leave me the hell alone and I left." She grins at the memory.

"Yeah well I reckon they didn't take it too kindly." Daryl thought so as the idea of letting someone like her slip away without trying to do something was something he could see this government do but he dislikes how they tried to force her to do and become someone else after what she had gone through to save them. Yet for them to try to put the squeeze on her because she could do what none of those sorry ass pansy couldn't manage was unfathomable to him as a human being.

If it had been them in Harley's position, they'd probably have left a lot sooner instead of sticking around and dealing with those dicks and left them to fend for themselves. The fact she had money, loads apparently and her family was like those high nobility types was surprising to him but thankfully she acted nothing like that at all. He hated those stuffed up turkeys and couldn't stand snobs who had their noses up in the air thinking they can do whatever they want.

"No but I did have something that was sure to keep them from touching or ever contacting me ever again. See in our society, a life debt can hold over someone thanks to the magic itself and seeing that I saved everyone from Voldemort and his followers They would have been stuck either complying with my demands or risk their lives as well as their magic, which to them was a fate much worse than death." She explained while smirking mischievously at the thought of all those Purebloods being magicless.

"Sounds a bit ridiculous if you ask me?" That was his thought but then again magic seemed to have different rules, an I.O. U to tell them to go fuck off and they weren't going to do it again wasn't far fetched he thought. But the way she handled those cloak creatures, Dementors she called them, with that strange light spell and saving him and his brother from the grim jaws of death wasn't appreciated by them.

He supposed he should be rather thankful she had been there to take care of those things as he didn't like that unnatural feeling they brought up. He shuddered and reaching for the bottle to drink it down until he finished this Butterbeer she'd handed to them at the beginning of this talk.

"Eh you get used to it after a while but like I said, the magical world is being held back in the stone age for Britain while everyone else is more up with the time. Those Purebloods who like to think their shit don't stink had to learn to accept my demands cause the idea of living the rest of their lives as a squib was not a laughing matter to them."

"Huh so, either do they accept your terms or be turn into an octopus? Kinda hard not to see them making that hard a decision." Harley had to keep from rolling her eyes and laughing at the misunderstanding over magical terms, "Not a squid, squib. It a term that refers to those who have no magic in them, kinda like a normal person born in a magical family. They really don't seem to see how some people have adapted but then being set in their ways as they have for so long and being comfortable in their beliefs that they look down on anyone who's beneath them, like the Muggleborns or Half-blood."

She herself couldn't believe that they would carry on like this, unaware that because they were set in their ways and instead of moving with the times, they had become stagnant with the Purebloods blaming everything and everyone but themselves for the issues that come up with. No one likes admitting it and Harley had seen the writing on the wall when she got to the ministry and as soon as they started concocting their little plan to keep her around She quickly decided to get out of dodge.

"Trust me the way I see it, they are the ones stuck in their little fantasy while everyone else has moved on while they kept to the dark ages and are still trying to keep the lines 'pure' but given how many of them are related it's like marrying their cousins or something." she shuddered at the thought.

"Talk about stupid and dumb, even I know how inbred that is, it's just wrong and sick there altogether…" Daryl admits that this was all interesting to hear about another culture but the thought of how embarrassing it was to hear about cousins marrying, it brought back all those insult people would say about southerners being stupid and inbred sometimes aimed at his family and him even if it was untrue.

If those "Purebloods" were into being with family and stuff he doesn't need to wonder why Harley wanted to escape such a fate as being stuck with some stupid guy born in one of those families. Though there was one thing he had to know for certain, it was brought to his mind when talking about those families magics and dark magic some of them practiced and he had to ask her, "So you don't by any chance know how any of 'this' came to be, if it was done by you know…"

She knew what he was referring to and shook her head, "It wasn't us, I can tell you that much. Honestly whatever caused the virus wasn't something of magical origin. No if it was, you'd be dealing with a hell of a lot worse, trust me." She thinks back to that dark cave, the bodies coming out of the water trying to drag her in.

Daryl figured as much, after she had described what were called inferi and thinking if he had to choose which to go against, he would choose the lesser evil at least these were easier to kill and stayed down and dead.

"Remember that story I told a few days ago, about the brothers meeting Death and such?"

"Yeah so, what are you going to tell us your death incarnate or something?" Harley tries not to grin before shaking her head, "Nah no way though my ancestor did have a close encounter before with him." she says nonchalantly while laughing inside.

"So, wait now you were saying that your family is… that Death had been…" Merle reach to finish the rest of his drink but finds it empty and decides to go grab another for himself and also one for Daryl as he was near empty as well.

"Yeah see my father's side, the Potters that is, well they were direct descendants to the Ignotus Peverell, the last brother who had the cloak that allowed him to be unseen by death remember? When I took care of the Horcruxes and had all three of Deadly Hallows with me, the legend was that whoever brought them together would become the master to Death or in my case, Mistress.

But also what no one knew was that it had to be someone of that bloodline that could activate it as that I was told and why no one but myself or my future kids shall be in control of them. Death said I would be able to tell who was alive and who wasn't. Which that lead me straight to you back in Atlanta." She nods towards the tallest Dixon.

"Yeah mighty glad you did." Though he was wondering how she came onto the roof without him seeing her, which he brought up. She smirked and then went to where her closet was located and pulls out a long silvery cloak, "Here try it on."

Merle seems somewhat skeptic but Daryl decided to give it a go. She hands it to him and they watch as he put it on and Merle was shocked out of his seat as he saw his body disappear but not his head. "What the fuck-Darylina your body!" He exclaims in wonder while pointing for his sibling to look.

He looks down and saw that it was missing except for his head, "The hell!"

But Harley laughs as she got up and stood before him, "Relax, it's part of how the magic works. Basically, wearing that made you invisible, if you pull this over then—" She had the hood drawn over his head and this time his head vanished, "Presto no more Daryl Dixon." she giggled.

"Yeah that's pretty clever and quite handy I imagine, now Daryl, why don't you let your big bro have a try to ah!" He exclaims as he felt something flick his ear, turning rapidly he threw a fist out before he heard laughter.

"Oh, man you know how long I wanted to do that to you."

"Why you little bastard, come here and I'll give you something to laugh about you dumbass!" It took a while for them to settle back down as both men were making a game of it, acting like young kids at most. Well Merle was trying to find him while Daryl was staying in the same spot he was as his brother was throwing fists around in the open air.

"You do know eventually you are going to have to take that off and give it back to me." She noticed him standing by her and Daryl was momentarily shocked but understood that she was the owner of the cloak and could probably figure where he was anytime.

"Really, you sure I can't convince you to let me keep it longer, I really am enjoying this."

"Yeah well maybe some other time but for now let's act like mature adults before your brother decides to blow a gasket." She didn't want to see that though figures it's better to be safe than sorry.

Once Daryl had removed the cloak but also gained a nice shiner when he became visible again. Merle was still stewing over the fact that he had been played by him, muttering no respect for his elders…

"So, are you planning to keep this thing 'bout magic hush hush from the others? I mean you said that you'd get in trouble if others like us knew. Not to mention that Dementor thingy is likely to have others like it too." the light haired male questioned. Also, the fact that the Walkers had obviously been terrified of them which was a first in their book, anyway.

"Yeah that's what I'm afraid of, the fact that this is a first for them to see anything magical beside myself here if they do show up again. It does bring up a certain secrecy issue, and you'd think right but seeing as how the world has gone up to shits with all this, I doubt secrecy is being held to code and when it comes to survival, might as well use everything on you. I worried that without someone to control them, they're most likely breeding which means they might be out and about other places beside Britain and maybe even came here. I'm considering finding a way to let it be known so we can at least prepare but there's a couple of people I'm kinda wary and rather not go bringing it up to." She said thinking out loud and answering them at the same time.

"Lori and Shane/She Bitch and loudmouth asshole." They said at the same time and Harley smiled as they were correct on that and likes how Merle calls them that.

"Yeah those two I sense would be the most against it in the long run and would rather see me burn at the stake than have my help in any way." She voices looking for opinions on the matter.

"Well then I guess we'll have to just keep it between the three of us then. You know something girlie, you ain't too bad." Merle sasses at Harley with a sexy little grin.

"Aww thanks! You're not so bad for a motor mouth." Daryl couldn't help snickering at the way his brother scowls and gruffs, "I ain't old and sure would prove it to you, just to show it."

"Hmm maybe one day, I take you up on the offer or we could see if Daryl would be up to it." She couldn't resist seeing how flustered the younger brother was and giving them a genuine smile to them before flicking her hand and having the bottles float towards the sink where she would later wash them by hand.

"I guess we should turn in then, um thanks for the drinks." Harley smiled and told them they were welcome to come by anytime. "If you need something or have any other questions, just drop by." She waved them goodnight as they exit the RV, finding the common areas were empty within the late hour.

They saw Harley shutting the door after wishing the two good night before turning to one another as they were both conflicted by these revelations. It was hard to believe and yet suddenly finding a lot made sense when they figured out what she was hiding that whole time

"Huh so that kinda explain so much in some sense," Daryl turn to look at Merle wondering what he meant by that, "How so?"

"Well she's too out of this world to be this incredible and not to mention down right sexy to boot not to be something special."

"I suppose so…" He admits while thinking of what he learned about Harley, finding out the things she did. Fighting crazy psycho mad men bent on immortality, flying on broomsticks, taking down an aggressively large snake that can kill with just one look….

It was hard to wrap his mind around but it if he hadn't witnessed those things tonight and her using a stick to put a stop to them. Still mind blowing (boggling) to think that there might have been a hidden society with people capable of such abilities and with supernatural creatures that were usually found in fairy tales and such. "Hey, you know something, maybe you should've ask if she seen a chupacabra?"

"Maybe I reckon she'd know bout them. Damn if I didn't already know she was a witch, I'd say she ensnared us with a spell or something." Daryl teases his brother.

"Uh huh yeah…" Merle knew his brother was right but still the fact that Harley Black was not what he'd ever could guess being. Honestly he really didn't give a damn about her being magic or not, he wasn't no racist even if he made them comments a lot. He used it as an armor and shield to keep people away and being from the south they had those notions, or at least the crowd he hung out with had them thoughts.

Back during his time in the military, he had to deal with shit heads that looked down at him because of his background and yet having to bite his tongue and hold his temper, up until his leading commander had pushed things too far and well he got discharged for it.

They made their way over to where their tent was, not even that far from where the Marauder and Dale's RV were parked and heading to turn in after Merle went to wake the next person to take over for them. The two brothers were both lend a pair of pillows and some comfy blankets, courtesy of Harley herself. While she and Daryl were making some small conversations in the days that follow, she note the odd stiffness in his and his brother's neck and finding out it was because unlike the other, they didn't have any decent downing in their belongings and used a bunch of old clothes stuff inside one bag to help lay down on. Upon hearing this and thinking it might explain some on their grounchiness and later when the two brothers return from their hunting, saw Harley standing by their tent with a large bag that had said items and told them she had thought they deserve a much better good night rest for all the effort they put into helping around camp. That had been surprising rather decent of her to do but had to admit it felt much better for him as well as Merle and when he buried his face into the comfort down, smelling the faint scent of Harley on it.

That might've been one of the many things that he'd come to like about her. Tonight was not only an eye opener for him. Yet deep down in his gut, he didn't think any less of her for what she had been through. He was kinda impressed that she didn't turn out worst.

As he tried to close his eyes, all he could envision in his mind's eye was Harley, that gorgeous fiery brunette whose eyes were like a pair of sparkling green jewels but with a heart of gold and a grin that was one to make even the heavens weep for. His mind shifted to different moments where he caught a glimpse of her throughout the day sometimes lost in thoughts or playing with the kids laughing. Merle might comment and call him cheesy for thinking such and probably never live it down if he found out, which was why he kept most things to himself instead of telling his older brother everything that goes on for him.

Both brothers were lost in deep thoughts that Daryl couldn't help but hum out loud in the silence. He realizes his brother seemed interested in Harley, even finding out she was a witch hadn't hindered him on the matter at hand and hadn't seem to dislodge his brother's interest. He didn't know what to do about it yet, knowing that Merle can be competitive and aggressive when it comes to something he wants but he wasn't about to back down from a fight about this neither.

"Hey Merle?" Daryl heard him grunt and shift on his bedroll from his side, knowing even if he appear to be asleep he really wasn't ready to call a night, given what they witnessed earlier and probably had a lot going on inside that head of his, "Yeah little brother, what is it?"

"It's just um well, I know that given what we learned and you know that with how things are…"

"Spit it out Darylina, I ain't got all night to be playing guessing games with you."

"We both like her, I mean Harley?" Daryl chimes in unsure how his brother would take this avenue of conversation, he looks at Merle to see his face giving his thoughts and feelings away. He was thinking the same as himself and now they were in a bit of a bind. Could they allow one brother to have her over the other or would she not chose either? "Damn we got it bad don't we Daryl?"

Daryl didn't have to say anything while watching as Merle went to lie flat on his back and staring at the ceiling above their heads, "Well there's one of two things we could do. Either we let her make the call on picking either one of us or we just agree on sharing."

"Sharing you'd mean as in you and I with her, are you sure?" Daryl thought of the rare times they had their fun as some gals were open to trying it with both men at the same time but that never really worked in the past since they weren't that interested in the chick, he wasn't sure how this could work unless they both were serious but Merle shrugged, "I mean you're my brother and I think that Harley doesn't want to pick between us, both us strapping stallions and honestly she gets two for one in the process, don't you agree?"

"We would have to be serious bout this Merle she ain't a chick deserving any less, she's known a harsh life like us." Daryl says seriously, wanting to warn off his brother if he thought this would be another game or another notch on Merles post.

"I know I ain't an idjit, sides I don't reckon I want her to zap my balls off given that she probably could if she wanted to." Daryl chuckle thinking that much was true as she might likely as she must know some pretty nasty curses or hexes and probably do something to their manhood if she was pissed. But he trusts Harley and her swearing not to do any harm to her after their binding vow and sure that it would also have some adverse effect if they even dare try to.

"So we're in agreement, we share her only if she's okay with it." Merle nodded as that was the idea and then deciding that they would have to figure out how to bring this up with Harley but that was a problem for another day as sleep was calling them both.

As Daryl fell under the lulling spell of Morpheus, he could've sworn he heard Merle whispering to him, " 'Sides think she's worth being serious that one." That night the brothers dreamt of the woman they wanted to make theirs with a peaceful look on their faces.

Blue Kitsune: Well I hope you enjoy that I mean I thought this would be a way for preventing such a disaster if Harley and the Dixon being there and what's more interesting by throwing some Dementors into the mix. Please review and no flames again!

Melrose437: Hi guys we worked hard on this trying to make it enjoyable, some realizations for our cast, some good old story time some action. More action is to come so stay tuned and vote on Could be Werewolves or just leave a comment about what you liked! ~ On another note my Grams passed away suddenly and as a complete surprise on Family day so the late chapter is in part because I wasn't inspired to touch any fanfiction and lack of time clearing out her home.