Wrong Side of the Moon

Epilogue

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"Talking"

Dream/Memory/Letter/Journal/Book/Newspaper

Time change/Date of time

Change of POV

Epilogue

Wednesday, 25 December 2012

HJP's POV

Harry woke up Christmas morning tiredly. Pitch had reached some kind of agreement with Santa Claus so no nightmares would've go out last night. So, in a pout, Pitch spent the whole night taking it out on Harry's body. Not that Harry was complaining. He wasn't. He loved it.

Harry frowned as he entered the main room and raised an eyebrow at Jack, who raised his hands in the air, laughing.

"It wasn't me."

Harry turned again towards the Christmas tree and towards the presents under it. No way...

"Wait... we're on Santa's list? After all the Naughty we've done all year long?"

Jack just laughed and jumped head on unto the gifts, Harry joined. It was just so surreal...

–WSM–

NSN's POV

Nicholas finally arrived home. He couldn't wait for a good night sleep.

"Vhat in...?" Nicholas gasped.

The whole place had been iced up and two icing statues were before his office, under them was the inscription Santa's Naughty List Number 1st and 2nd Record. Nicholas laughed at the frozen monument of Harry and Jack playing with their new toys.

Jack had never managed to barge in... but Harry had ways to do it, which the two complete took profit of. Nicholas entered the office to find the two teenagers inside playing with their new toys and with their new sweaters on.

"Firzt and Zecond?" he asked, making the two turn and grin back. "You zhare the podium." He argued.

The boys stood from the floor and run towards him. Nicholas hugged them close to his chest. All tiredness of the gifts gifting, for so many children in a night all over the world, completely forgotten now that he had his two boys in his arms.

Harry had never taken Manny's proposal and every Guardian joined in on helping the teenager.

"Did you saw the snow in your workshop?"

"I did, the Yetiz are having a fit." Nicholas agreed. "You're groving ztronger, Jack."

Jack's chest grew like a peacock. Now that he was believed in, Jack was becoming stronger. Lot's stronger.

The boys returned to their toys on the floor and Nicholas didn't comment out the rather obvious limp that Harry had in his walking. Pitch had been furious when Nicholas had asked for no-nightmares time and had stormed off to his Lair... and, apparently, to Harry's arms.

They were a messed-up group. The Guardians were still learning to cooperate with the Bogeyman, but they didn't work to take him out of the children believes. Oh no... they made certain the children believe there was something in the dark. To remind them that if they weren't careful death was a possibility.

Nicholas sat by his desk and watched the two boys on the floor.

The Guardians had made a new vow, one where they protected even the ones that didn't believe any longer. To protect all the ones that needed and sometimes that included adults as well.

The Guardians could be guarding Under the Moon, but Harry – the Guardian of Children's Believe and Protector of Death – was a child of the Dark Side of the Moon. A Guardian of Darkness.

–WSM–

HJP's POV

Harry arrived home to find Pitch by the Christmas tree that Santa had given them. The Bogeyman looked at Harry's Christmas ugly sweater with a raised eyebrow before he looked at the tree again.

"So, he gave you a gift?"

"Some toys for me and Jack to stop breaking his toys for the children." Harry agreed, approaching. Harry picked two gifts from under the tree and gave Pitch. "Yet, these two are yours."

Frowning, Pitch opened the first one. Harry took a relieved breath that it wasn't a sweater as well, only to see that it was a portrait to hang with Harry, Jack and Pitch. A family portrait. Pitch hang the portrait without commenting it out and the opened the next gift.

"That old man..."

Harry raised an eyebrow at Pitch's laugh and looked at the ring in the other's hand.

"What is it?"

"A toy..." Pitch replied with a wicked grin. "A sex toy."

Harry's eyes grew and looked at the ring, colour leaving all his face.

"And how does that work?"

Pitch stepped forward with a predatory look.

"Why don't we play a game?"

Harry shivered and not in fear. Bloody hell... sex toys?

"Should I start running?"

"I'll give you the head start of one..." Harry fled because the moment Pitch said one he had already finished counting. Harry laughed when he was immersed in darkness and taken to the bed. This was love. "Beware of the Bogeyman."

Harry closed his eyes and accepted the kiss, only to gasp when Pitch set the ring in place. He would so make Santa pay for this later...

The End!

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This fic was inspired by Wrong Side Of Heaven by Five Finger Death Punch (music)

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