On Whom The Pale Moon Gleams

by Messenger Of The Masses

Dropped into a pre-Outbreak world, Harry, Sirius, and Remus follow the advice of a thankful Seer and prepare for the worst. Six years later, the dead begin to walk and the Walsh/Grimes group forms. Only, instead of finding only a hand on the roof of a department store, Daryl and the rest find nothing at all, leading to the question: How did Merle escape?

16. Chapter 16: Renewal

Short but sweet, here's the epilogue for On Whom the Pale Moon Gleams.

I may or may not add another installment and turn this into a series at some point...if I do I'll but a new chapter up on here to announce it!

3 Lots of love, Sif

Notes:

Note: The vows here are taken from traditional Celtic wedding vows that I've tweaked a bit.

Chapter Text

On Whom the Pale Moon Gleams

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"I vow you the first cut of my meat…" Harry said, his Lord's Mantle gleaming against his black silk tunic with its edging in green and blue, a gift found inside the heavy enchanted necklace when he'd been fiddling with it that morning – along with the fancy "duds" as Merle had called them that both of the brothers wore, Merle in blue with black accents and Daryl's green.

"…the first sip of my wine…" A gruff voice spoke, blue eyes gleaming in the moon light as he bit back a smile as his little brother fidgeted with nerves, waiting for his turn to speak.

"…from this day it'll be only your name I cry out in the night…" Now that was an easy vow for Daryl to make. His Magic Man was the only one he'd ever wanted this way, the only one he could see wanting forever.

"…and into your eyes that I smile each morning…" Green eyes flashed as his lips curved along with the line.

"I'll be a shield for you back as you are for mine," Merle swore, biting back the emotion that rose with each line.

"An', above and beyond this, I will, cherish…"

"…and honor…"

"Ya."

"Ya."

"You."

"Through this life and into the next…so mote it be."

"I still can't believe you married those two rapscallions, pup." Sirius shook his head as the two of them worked in the stables the day after Harry and his loves came out of their brief "honeymoon" that they'd spent in seclusion in their rooms or roaming the nighttime forest away from the ever-growing settlement.

"Just like I," Harry shot back good-naturedly. "Can't believe either you or Dad James convinced Papa Remus and Mum Lily to date, let alone make honest men of you." He shook his head in turn, his much more mournful – and mocking – than his dad's had been. "Something wrong with that picture…maybe I'll suggest to Papa that he get himself check for Amortentia…"

"You!" Sirius shouted with a laugh, flinging the first handful of straw, and the fight was on.

"So…did either of you happen to pay paying attention when my Dad was ranting about not wanting to be a grandfather…? I hope so, 'cause otherwise the next six months are going to be really awkward…"

"What the fuck, Pretty?!"

"What the fuck, Magic Man?!"

The End…for now.

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All Credits Due to: Sifshadowheart--AO3