Walking Dead Wizard

Chapter 129

Daryl kept a keen eye on the time, as Harry slept, he didn't want to miss the next dose. Not after realizing the kind of debilitating pain Harry would be in upon awakening. It was worse than the pain he'd been in during the actual labour. He'd been in tears, and Daryl had never seen Harry like that before. Never in the years he'd known him. It had been a slap in the face, and made him pay attention to Severus and Luna, when they said to give him the potions on schedule, he'd damn well do it, he'd been foolish to just let Harry rest instead of ensuring he had the pain relief draught. He'd just wanted to let him sleep after everything, he had completely succumbed to exhaustion and fell unconscious in the surgery. Now Harry wouldn't have done that in any other circumstances, even after being injured whilst saving Carl and the rest of the group from bloody cannibals he'd forced himself to remain awake so it spoke volumes the extent of Harry's exhaustion. He didn't care if it kept him up at night either.

He was used to going days without sleep – not these past years – but before the whole world went to hell.

His little ass-kicker let out a cry, interrupting the silence, and Daryl was immediately at her side, scooping her out of the bassinet next to his side of the bed. Their boy was at Harry's side still sleeping, and a quick and quiet check, Daryl confirmed that was the case. Just seeing their little chests rising and falling somehow soothed him. He was obsessive in checking them, it was the first thing he thought of and the last.

"Time... is it?" Harry croaked out, his mouth completely dry, as he blearily peered at Daryl, his heart swooping, it was always a heady sight to see Daryl with a baby and how confident he seemed – when he really wasn't – and the ease he had with them despite never having held a child before.

"Here, drink," Daryl murmured quietly, it was his usual tone so he hadn't had to modulate his volume. Passing over a glass of water, it was still chilled, it would remain that way for at least another six hours.

Harry guzzled the water, sighing in relief, his parched throat finally sated, "Time?" he wasn't used to the new routine yet, and likely wouldn't be for weeks to come. Between the potions, the pain he wasn't sure if it was night or day or how long it had been since he'd had the twins.

"Minutes after two, in the morning, it's the second night since the twins arrived," Daryl murmured, using his teeth to uncork the vial and handed him the potion. He then went back to patting her back delicately.

"Give her to me," Harry said, "Get some rest, you look exhausted." Hands out, in silent demand, that Daryl better comply; with his orders, he wouldn't be any good to anyone exhausted. He felt guilty, he shouldn't have to be doing this all on his own, but he'd stubbornly refused anyone else's help. Maybe he should get Luna and Merle to help, at least until he recovered fully and could pull his own weight instead of forcing Daryl to hold it all. It wouldn't be so bad if there was only one, but there were two babies, twice the workload.

Harry stared in awe, as he did every time, he held one of his twins, utterly besotted with them. Their hair was blonde, like Daryl's, lighter though, but they weren't sure on the eyes yet. Hershel had said that there was a seventy-five percent chance the babies would have green eyes with twenty-five percent blue eyes. "Accio!" he murmured summoning the bottles, and tapping the bottle with his wand, warming the milk within it. "We really need to decide upon a name…" a bit wistful as he stroked his finger down her head and nose, oh, she was the best thing he'd ever done, nothing else could compare. "I really love magic." Look what he'd done, what he and Daryl had created together.

Shivering slightly in cold, Daryl moved back to his side of the bed, and without a sound joined Harry with their daughter. Their still nameless daughter, but they were down to four names, all they needed to do was cut that number in half and use the last two names for their first and middle name.

The warming charm did its job and Daryl no longer felt the need to burrow into the bed to keep warm.

"Look at what we did," Harry murmured, leaning against him, so he could see their daughter properly, as he fed her after ensuring it was a good temperature and the spell hadn't made it too hot.

"How you feeling?" Daryl asked, watching his daughter with avid fascination. He had barely looked away from them except for the intermitted naps he'd been having.

"I'm good, the potion is already working," Harry said, "It's a lower dosage so it won't make me as sleepy as the others." Reassuring Daryl that he wouldn't conk out on him abruptly like the other times. He was very grateful for it though, he honestly felt like all his internal organs and insides were severely bruised and the pain was unbelievable.

"I know, Severus said," Daryl murmured, the high dosages were in response to the pain level his body was in, and he couldn't stay on it too long, it was very addictive. Truthfully, he actually zoned out during the conversation, but luckily neither Hershel or Lily called him out on it. It couldn't have been too long regardless.

Harry's fingers gently stroked his daughters head to her nose in repeated motions, just enjoying being a parent. "How do people look at these tiny things and think about taking off or hurting them?" his jaw clenching as he thought with new clarity on what he had gone through with the Dursley's and just how small and vulnerable he had truly been. A savage seething new hatred – was it possible to hate someone even more? – stirred within him. How could he have left a child so vulnerable out in the cold November morning? He forced himself to unclench, to relax, he didn't want to hurt the baby accidentally. Or cause himself a flare in pain with the extent of his clenching.

"Don't think on it, they're dead and buried now, we survived, that's the best revenge against people like them," Daryl said quietly, and he meant it. Somehow nothing could touch him, and he knew if anything happened to him and Harry that Merle and Luna would raise the twins well. They would never, ever, experience anything like he and Harry had endured. It's true they were in a world that was extremely dangerous, especially outside of the P.A walls. They would ensure their best chance of survival, but they would know they were loved.

"Do you think we'll ever stop thinking about it?" Harry asked, as he slowly raised the baby up to his shoulder and began to pat slowly and gently, listening intently for both Daryl's reply and the burp. He was terrified that he'd hurt the baby whilst trying to burp them, Poppy had just harrumphed at him, rolling her eyes and saying babies were stronger than anyone gave them credit.

"That ain't gonna happen, unless you use your spell to make us forget," Daryl snorted derisively, a realist and not about to spew out useless bullshit that wouldn't help anyone never mind them two. It was eery how…similar their thought process was, he'd spent since they were born and he and Harry came here on their own thinking and swearing that his own kid wouldn't have the same life he and Merle had endured. Wouldn't be left for days at a time in the woods, lost and afraid.

"Well, technically I could," Harry teased, "But I'm no expert, I'd likely wipe your entire mind."

Daryl snorted, "A walker before being a walker," more amused than anything, he knew Harry would never harm him so he didn't harbour even the slightest apprehension. It did amuse him just trying to imagine it, although imagining Harry's reaction to him being one certainly was sobering.

"Don't joke about that," Harry stated firmly, it was no joking matter, not to him. He wasn't sure he's survive losing Daryl, not now, perhaps in the beginning but they were two parts of a whole now. Bonded on such a fundamental level that most people wouldn't understand, unless they had magic and felt it themselves.

Daryl just shrugged half-heartedly, but his lack of rebuttal was an apology on its own.

A cry had Daryl up right away, making his way over to his son, his son! Scooping him up into his arms, as a bottle floated over, already warmed, he absently noticed as he plucked it out of thin air. "What do you reckon we'll have to do once there ain't any powder milk and that for the little ass-kickers and they can't express milk?" checking it compulsively before he gave it to his son, who immediately began to greedily drink the milk, his earlier hunger cries forgotten. Only thinking

Harry rubbed his face, he stank something foul, and there was only so much cleaning charms could do. "It will come soon enough…all we can do is hope for the best. Hope someone else is pregnant and expressing enough milk to feed two. That sort of shit would be considered disgusting before the end of the world, completely forgetting our ancestors did it for generations, it was considered demeaning to feed your own kid back in the day."

"Did the magical world believe that too?" Daryl asked.

"You know what…I have no idea, you'd need to talk to some of the old portraits at Hogwarts to get any real answer," Harry mused thoughtfully, going back to feeding his daughter, while Daryl began to pat their son's back. "Given how…insular the magical world is I wouldn't be surprised if they had to feed them themselves. Who knows though? There might be a spell that would facilitate milk where there's none in women." There was a spell for pretty much everything, why not that as well? He'd just never considered it much, there were just now circumstances where it was thought about.

He did find it comical that these pureblood ladies who believed themselves superior would breastfeed their own child. Muggle or magical they were the same, really, he'd put pudding (there was no money anymore) on the idea that they never breastfed their own child. To think he was part of that social world. He should have been Lord Potter from the moment his parents died, raised by those loyal to his family, his godfather, a magical guardian that wasn't Dumbledore. Instead, he'd been raised as an unwanted burden by his muggle relatives. Then he thought of the idea of him being anything remotely like Draco Malfoy and he realized, he fundamentally wouldn't wish to change who he was, he knew he wouldn't have the love he had right now, no Hermione, Severus, Daryl, Merle, Luna, certainly wouldn't have had Ron. How the fucking hell did he not end up more messed up? Seriously? Grateful for the way he was raised for what he had and appreciating it. Lunacy so it was.

Wouldn't be surprised if they all went completely nuts with the world they lived in now. Shuddering and shaking his head, that Monroe woman was completely bonkers. He pondered on the thought whether she was still alive or if she was already dead. Woman had burnt every bridge possible within a single day, it was impressive really.

"What's wrong?" Daryl asked, his keen gaze catching the shudder, and became concerned, Poppy and Severus told him to get in touch if anything out of the ordinary happened. That there could still be minor complications that if left unaided could turn into major complications.

"Just wondering if Monroe woman is still alive," Harry confessed, "Shouldn't be thinking that though." Slightly sheepish, she'd fucking infuriated him though. He hadn't been that pissed off in so long that he found it difficult to remember just the last time he'd been that furious.

Daryl snorted, "You showed them more mercy than me or Merle would have." he had gone too soft on them, should have just kicked them to the curb, but he'd found them somewhere moderately safe, but the rest would be on them. Without their scavengers, those who worked on the outside, it would be a miracle if they survived in all honesty. There was also the fact they had no weapons and no real experience in the outside world. They'd been coddled, pampered, while others fought for their survival and in turn treated them like shit just because of who they love. Idiots. They'd never been destined to survive long, imagine never learning what you needed.

"I'm surprised I had any left to give," Harry confessed, "They pushed me to my limit." The sheer shock of their fuck ups had bordered on incredulity. Seriously, he was beyond amazed that they'd survived this far into the end of the world with that attitude. Bloody ordering people to stop because of what her job used to be and expecting compliance?

"You're not going to have us going back there to see what they're up to?" Daryl asked, eyeing him from the corner of his eye suspiciously.

"No," Harry said, shaking his head, "But I do want to know how the meeting went, has anyone said?" rubbing his chin, the feel of stubble made him realize how far he'd come from his usual morning routine. He hadn't had stubble for a long, long time, last time was when they were hunting for the Horcruxes and before he could use magic.

"I haven't asked," Daryl replied, true enough, he'd been too damn exhausted – coming from someone used to little sleep for the most part – it was saying a lot.

Harry nodded, "I'm sure everyone's going to be finding sudden excuses to come by," a small smirk playing across his face.

Daryl huffed out a quiet laugh, it was true enough, even those who couldn't stand Lori had been gushing over Judith and going to see how she was doing. Man, he'd never thought he'd see the day where Lori changed, but olive oil certainly had. He'd say she had the biggest change of them all. She'd been unable to cope with the changes, all she'd known was how to be a haughty mother and wife, she'd clung to anyone who offered her protection. In the animal world she'd have been the omega. Now she'd transformed, somewhere along the way, she'd become someone strong, independent in want of no man for protection. She focused on her tasks, training and less about trying to make everything seem fine and dandy as Harry liked to say in their lives. She still didn't like going outside the walls, she was good at defending herself, but didn't have the confidence to go out there on her own accord. She only went when asked.

The first child born in the group since the world went to hell, and still the youngest in the group as well, until now.

"How about Delilah?" Harry murmured, refusing to dwell on those Alexandrians, they were not worthy of taking any of his time, especially when that time was better spent regarding his children.

"You said no to tradition," Daryl pointed out, "Aint it a tradition of your moms family that they are named after flowers?"

"Maybe, I don't actually know, it could be just my maternal grandmother had a fondness for flowers," Harry murmured almost petulantly, "It's close to your name."

"We've already honoured your mother's side with Evan," Daryl said, as was the tradition in his family (and the million others besides). Likely only those close to Harry had figured that one out, despite his proclamation of wishing to deviate from tradition and give their twins their own sense of identity, and not have the need to live up to anyone. Not like they would, things were different now, different rules, different lives and most definitely

"So, no Delilah?" Harry mused, not as disappointed as he thought he would be at the nixing of it.

"It's not too bad, maybe use as a backup?" Daryl conceded, it ain't too bad, he'd admit but it didn't spark the same way when they came to the agreement of naming their child Hunter Evan when they'd decided long before they were born. They'd never came up with a good idea for a girl's name, he wasn't sure why it was so difficult. "What about picking from Mythology?"

"What mythology?" Harry perked up in curiosity. There were many mythologies he could be referencing, and he'd become quite an avid reader since coming here, always had a book stashed away. "Celtic?"

"Artemis," Daryl suggested, "Or Diana." Two different mythologies, Roman and Greek, both goddess of the hunt, strong and revered, yes, the more he thought of them, the greater he felt that this should be her name.

Harry straightened up slowly, a small smile spreading across his face, "Or both, Artemis Diana Potter-Dixon," excitement thrumming through him, oh, he was very pleased with those names. They felt right, they went well with Hunter, but were they too similar? "They're both goddess' of the hunt, close to hunter, I know they're twins but…do you think it would make them too similar? No, no, I really like them, that's it, we've decided. Artemis Diana Potter-Dixon it is."

"Well? Do you think it suits her?" Harry said after a few moments of silence. "What do you think little one, hmm? Artemis Diana, may you be as strong as a Basilisk, as fierce as a Dragon and as intelligent as a…uh, you know what, just intelligent." He added, not wishing to compare his daughter to a chimpanzee.

Daryl snorted, before laughing softly into his sons soft stomach, who wiggled about at the sensation.

Harry smiled, feeling so much happiness he felt fit to burst, the sheer delight of it, but hearing Daryl laugh…was the best sound in the entire world. He did it so rarely, it was always hard won his laughter, and he felt naught but pride at his ability to produce such sounds from his husband.

"Named or not, they're always going to be my little ass-kickers." Daryl murmured, his tone quietening when he noticed Harry's eyes fluttering, as tiredness begun to creep in.

Harry smiled wanly, muffling a yawn, he hated his lack of control over…well, everything. His body, the pain, tiredness, just everything but he he'd endure it for a million years, just to hold these little ones in his arms.

Daryl set Hunter into his bassinet once he was sleeping, before scooping up Artemis and setting her into her bassinet. Merle and Severus grimly reminded him not to let the twins sleep with them. That if anything happened, to any of them, then all of them would be lost. He understood the underlying warning without Merle needing to bluntly tell him. Not that it had been a tough thing for Merle to say, they were both the truthful type regardless of whether it hurt or not. If any of the babies died, then they weren't exactly sure what would happen…whether they would be able to bite, whether their teeth would descend and take chunks out of them before they could even conceive acting…if they were even capable of doing anything. Shock can render even the strongest of individual frozen.

Instead of settling down, he left his sleeping family, snatching the crystal rune from the table and made his way through to the kitchen and grabbed two beers. He didn't hesitate in jamming his feet into his boots before silently making his way next door, to Merle and Luna's house, sitting down on the steps.

"How are they?" Merle asked quietly, taking the offered beer, and sitting down next to his brother.

"Sleepin'," Daryl said, taking a long drag of his beer, perfectly chilled.

"Luna will be at the door at the crack of dawn," Merle warned him, an amused smirk spreading across his face, his greying beard being scratched absently. He'd aged dreadfully, he knew, helped along with the copious amount of drugs and drink he'd consumed in his lifetime. Although, he was healthier than he'd ever been in his life now.

Daryl snorted, "I expected her yesterday," he revealed honestly, Luna and Harry…they were close as siblings could be, closer some might say, even if they didn't share the same blood. Blood didn't make someone family, it ain't be all end all. His parents had him realizing that before he was old enough to attend school the days he did go anyways.

"She wanted to come, I convinced her otherwise," Merle said with a leer.

Daryl just gave his brother a knowing look, if it was Merle's idea, he'd eat his compound bow and arrows.

"Picked a name yet?" Merle questioned, narrowing his eyes a bit, listening to everyone and everything, but the world was silent except them, other than the wind. His mind had been on what had been said about the weather…and it was vastly different, could humanity have been causing all the extreme weather by their use of the earth thinking they could do as they please without consequences? Or was it just a coincidence that nothing had happened yet?

"Artemis," Daryl revealed, it was…perfect, he decided, they couldn't have chosen a better name.

Merle nodded, "It fits," he replied, "Sounds good." They weren't exactly names used around where they grew up, probably would have laughed at anyone named Artemis, but Hunter? Good strong name wouldn't have been odd in the boondocks'.

"It's insane, Merle, I didn't expect anything like this in my future," Daryl said sounding amazed.

"Never mind after the dead began walking," Merle added, it was true, when that shit started, he'd thought it was some sort of government conspiracy, a way to control the population. Some sort of secret experiment they'd worked on that had gotten loose that it would be over within a few days. The shit blew up fast, and they had to learn to take care of the walkers, then a magical wizard that popped into existence in front of them. Their saviour, everyone owed their lives to Harry and his magic, aint no doubt about that.

Daryl just nodded, still not big on talking even after all these years, the most he spoke was always to Harry.

"You ever seen the sky so clear?" Merle asked after a few minutes of silence.

Daryl blinked, before glancing up, "Been clear for a long time, six months after shit went down it begun, less pollution."

"And the weather?" Merle prodded, wondering at his brothers opinion. He felt like a right idiot for not realizing sooner, if he hadn't overheard that conversation earlier.

"You only just noticing?" Daryl asked incredulously, turning to stare at his brother, holding onto the glass bottle with two fingers the bottle swinging around absently.

Merle flushed in embarrassment, but wasn't above admitting, "The girls were talking about it during Harry's labour, it didn't hit me until then."

Daryl just inclined his head; he couldn't really remember much about that except the anxiety at Harry's pain and the immense overload of magic he'd expelled. "Harry and I reckon it was the pollution, all them walkers though, bound to be polluting everywhere differently. More dangerous though."

"The waters, the ground contamination, and air when the walkers are burnt," Merle murmured, already well aware of that, they hadn't been burning the bodies for a long time now. They were given to the dragons, they needed a lot of food, and the walkers, were the only thing they had in abundance that was technically food and animals couldn't turn, but they didn't risk their own food supply by giving the remains to the pigs.

Daryl just grunted out his agreement and finished his beer.

The two brothers remained sitting out on the steps, until daylight begun to bleed into the darkness, heralding the beginning of dawn approaching. Neither moved until they heard a quiet cry, Daryl removed the crystal rune from his vest, standing up, and without a word to his brother went back next door.

"Go back to bed, I got him," Daryl tried to get Harry to listen to him and rest up more.

"I'm fine, I won't get better if I just lie in bed all the time," Harry argued quietly, as he picked up his son. The pre-made bottle floating through the air, warming up as it did so, Harry checked it before giving it to his son. He still felt a sense of disbelief that he was a parent, that he had a son and daughter…would it ever fade? He thought with a sense of amazement. He didn't want to miss a single second with them more than he had to.

Daryl sensed that he wasn't going to win this, so with a quiet grumble of complaint, he backed down with an annoyed huff. "You took your potion?"

"Yeah, I just did," Harry said, throwing his husband a smile, before padding over to the bedside desk and drinking to get the lingering taste of the potion away from his throat. Closing his eyes, feeling his baby across his chest, and the suckling as he greedily drank from the bottle. Swallowing thickly, his hand splayed out protectively across his back and he gently swayed from side to side. Swearing that he would do everything to protect his children, to love them, cherish them, and make sure they knew how to survive this brutal world.

"Get some sleep," Harry told him, noticing the boots on his feet, he hadn't been in the bed, it was cold he'd noticed when he roused.

Daryl hardly needed told twice, as he fell onto the bed, wrapping the duvet around himself, asleep before Harry levitated both bassinets out of the room, leaving the bedroom encompassed in darkness and silence.

Harry winced, as he moved too quickly, inhaling sharply, pursing his lips to stop himself from making any noise. He probably shouldn't be taking the lower dozes yet, but he couldn't be arsed lying in bed all day, or wasting the days by sleeping. He set the bassinet and it's stand next to the chair. His daughter would likely rouse soon, but he couldn't say for certain, he didn't know their schedule like Daryl. Although, it had only been a few days, there was no schedule yet to be had, and if there was, it likely changed every day.

Sitting down, he kept the bottle angled correctly, watching him greedily drink the milk. "You're the most beautiful boy in the world, aren't you?" he murmured, he couldn't believe he had this, children, a very small (ignorable) part of him worried he shouldn't have done this, that they'd done the wrong thing. The world wasn't what it used to be, what kind of future would they have? Luckily, they were in a far better place than when Lori had Judith, so it wasn't as concerning as it had been back then. They were all well equipped to deal with the outside world, it was just a matter of learning, of being taught the new normal.

He'd thought the kids here – Sophia, Carl, Judith primarily, they had been with Harry (and the rest of the group) the longest – would be all he'd have to spoil and love and raise taught how to survive such a world. His besotted gaze watched his son avidly, he was so small, so vulnerable, he wasn't sure he'd be able to leave them, all it would take was one slip-up, no matter how careful they were.

His stomach twisted unpleasantly at the very idea, setting the bottle aside, he manoeuvred the baby, perching him on his shoulder, before rhythmically patting him listening for the burps. Did Daryl feel the same way? Or was this just him? That's not to say he thought Daryl didn't care, but perhaps he was just weak, cowardly he thought to himself. Was it cowardly to though to not wish for his child to have any similarities with either of his parents, or hell, grandparents. If he froze in the wrong moment worried about what could go wrong, it was more likely to happen. He couldn't help but scoff at the idea, no, he was beyond freezing at anything, he'd been through too much to freeze. If he could move while scared to death at seventeen…nothing could affect him now.

He had more to lose. The sneaky thought got the better of him.

How the hell had Lori been able to let her child out of her sight? Harry couldn't imagine doing the same. Oh, fuck, he was going soft, Harry thought, staring down at his baby's head. A blonde head of hair, he wondered if it would go dirty blonde like Daryl's, he had to admit he was a bit surprised that they didn't have his hair, but glad though. Nobody deserved his bird-nest hair, sniggering softly, he adjusted the baby once he'd burped. He was so angelic, beautiful, definitely the most gorgeous child he'd ever seen and he didn't care if he sounded biased.

His fingers brushed back and forth against Hunters small head, his hair was so soft, "Your daddy must have given you a bath or two, huh? I can't believe I missed that." Thank fuck they'd saved literally everything, even all the baby stuff that had seemed useless in the moment. Although, it was a sight better than the rows of endless jewellery and stuff they had.

A small cry and the front door opening simultaneously brought Harry out of his one-sided conversation with his son.

"I'll get her!" Luna positively cooed as she rushed towards Artemis. "Ah, finally! We meet!" she said kissing the baby on the forehead, "Oh, they're going to take after Daryl for sure. Look at that hair!"

Harry snorted, shaking his head as he watched her, "You really didn't come by?" he asked amused.

"You asked for a few days to yourselves, but don't worry, I let Daryl know if he wanted anything to come to us," Luna said in her usual dreamy voice. "I had Merle check on him anyways." Outside of course, just to make sure he wasn't overwhelmed, she knew Harry would be out for the count with the potions in his system.

"Daryl's already told you guys about her name, haven't they?" Harry asked her, eyeing her speculatively, but he knew the answer, it would have been the first thing she asked otherwise. It didn't surprise him, the four of them were close. Some might say too close, but he didn't care.

"Little Artie," Luna tried out the name, before wrinkling her nose up, sounded too male, like Arthur, "How about Mis? Hmm neither work. I'll think of a nickname for you, just you wait." She was so cute, oh, it gave her a feral yearning for a child of her own, but Merle wasn't all that sure about having a kid, she knew he'd do it for her, but he was terrified of being like his parents and being a fuck up. She wouldn't do it until they both really wanted it. They had a partnership, a true equal partnership, and that's the way Luna meant to keep it. She would never allow Merle to begin resenting her for getting pregnant or worse deciding to stay away. How that would work she had no idea and she had no intention of allowing it.

She had a niece and nephew to spoil for now.

"Or how about using her name?" Harry teased her as he summoned a bottle, heating it up and with difficulty (using only one arm and hand) testing it before handing it over when Artemis' grouchiness became cries. "Daryl's not got an original nickname for her either." Laughing softly remembering what he'd called her.

"Let me guess, little ass-kickers?" Luna deduced.

"Aww…how did you guess so quickly?" Harry said, pouting a little at her guessing correctly.

Luna cackled, "He's so predictable." Her gaze remaining on the little girl in her arms, oh, Harry was so lucky, hmm…perhaps she could convince Merle he wanted a baby…perhaps he just needed to spend more time with them. They were his own blood after all.

"When's the next meeting set for?" Harry asked Luna, shifting just a bit trying not to jolt Hunter and wake him up.

"A week today," Luna revealed, "Same place, same time, I've sent everyone that requires one a Portkey," mostly they came through the cabinets though.

"Has the situation with Susan and her people being helped?" Harry then asked, watching her with fondness.

"Sexual diseases? No, not helped, not yet, there's no magical cure for that," Luna said, wrinkling her nose again, muggles were rather odd, the idea of diseases caused by sex was so utterly foreign to her, and to think Merle had them a time or two! The names they had for them were just ridiculous! Merle had had the gall to laugh at her reactions. "Nothing can be caught after being cured…right?" some of those diseases sounded terrifying.

"Don't look at me," Harry called out, "Severus did say we cannot catch them, that magic burns them out before they could become a problem. So even if Merle had caught something…it probably wouldn't affect you."

"I didn't say anything about Merle," Luna was quick to refute that.

"You didn't need to, I'm not stupid, Merle was a womanizer," Harry said deeply amused, smirking at her. Tried to fuck anything that moved. The lack of drinking and drugs had turned Merle around for the better, not just in his relationship with Luna but his brother. They'd loved each other, would do anything for each other, but they hadn't trusted each other. Daryl had played the peacekeeper, constantly having to take care of his brother lest he get into worse trouble. Having to do it even during the beginning of the apocalypse, or pandemic as it was called back then. Daryl did it without argument or expectation, but it was a carer situation, now though, they were siblings like they were meant to be, Daryl no longer had to take care of his elder brother.

Now Merle was an Uncle, and Harry had a feeling he was going to be an awesome one.

"Was being the keyword," Luna muttered petulantly.

Harry sniggered into Hunters' tummy, but luckily, he didn't wake the sleeping baby. "Aww that's just ripe…." Harry gagged jerking his head away at the disgusting smell wafting upwards. "The rotten walkers didn't even smell that gross. Where's Daryl?"

Luna couldn't help but laugh hilariously, oh she was glad she came so soon as she had.

A/n – Okay writing scenes about a baby gets boring fast lol especially newborn since they don't do much except have people gushing over them, then the novelty wears off and you get less visitors and offers of babysitting ;) heh so the next meeting about changes that are upcoming then another jump to the changes already enacted then epilogue! On one hand I'm glad it's not finished yet on the other I do believe it should have been finished a while ago :D but hey ho, I made a promise and I'm keeping it!

On another note, my mums doing good right now, she got sick again just after getting well it all keeps going up and downhill, it's good to get writing again (I seem to say that every time I manage to update!) but it's true, I'm used to writing so much more than I do lately and I've got such a hankering to write All Hail The King and Be Selfish right now so you might find that on my FB schedule! But I'd like to get WDW finished first! Thank you though for all your patience with my erratic updating at the moment. I'm making no promises about any updates just in case, last time I did I wasn't able to keep it even if it was just saying getting back to updating every second day, take care everyone Read and Review please!