Hey world, SkatingDJ here:) Summer is finally here and the majority of my spare time will now be dedicated to you fan fiction lovers! I am so excited! XD I sprained my ankle really bad while skating (my foot looks like it's blubber and its the color of the Hulk) and I'm on vacay and I switched to a dance skater. I wrote this on a plane:p That's the status update with me.
But back to the story, if you have read the successor to this, simply PM me for further questions, I'm not going to mention it here on out (you should know that my gut still hurts from deleting it:'( )) But I think this version will much better than the last with cool twists and new ideas!:D And welcome to anyone who has transferred!:) This is rated T for violence and some mild cursing. I am going to attempt to write accents (I'm so sorry)... One OC: Max Yellowstorm/me, 14 yrs old, not OC/Jack! Only cannon/Yule Ball pairings. I own absolutely nothing. Based on Goblet of Fire.
So I really do hope you enjoy this:) Read on!
"Harry!"
The teen in the bed continued to stir and groan as his breathing was vast and thick and his forehead was slick with sweat.
"Harry!"
The girl called again but to no response. She loomed over the body of the restless boy as her forehead creased with worry. She brought the lantern down to his face and called out once more.
"Harry!"
The boy's eyes finally snapped open as his heavy breathing dimmed as his eyes locked onto the person who had waked him from his unpleasant sleep.
"Are you alright?"
"Hermione!" The teen gasped as he fumbled for his trademark glasses, "Bad dream!" He explained further. Question crossed his face as he stared at his friend who had not been in the presence of anyone for the past twenty-four hours. "When did you get here?" He asked as he shuffled out of the bed.
"Just now." The girl, Hermione, replied. She hastily strode to the other side of the room and placed the lantern on the table next to another fellow bed. She glanced at the other teen who was snoring in the bed with disgust. "Wake up, Ron!" She barked with urgency, "Your mother has made breakfast!"
The red-head teen blinked his sleepy eyes and groaned with recognition before his head thumped back onto his beloved pillow and he returned back to previous slumber within a mere second.
Hermione sighed and rolled her eyes as with the smallest smirk set upon her face. The boys were never the morning type, however, it was exceptionally early, but no matter! She was not going to be late to the Quidditch World Cup because of a couple of bedheads!
The teen whom Hermione had successfully awoken groggily washed himself and pulled on his clothes before getting prepared for the big day. He had a pulsing migraine from his restless night and he had promptly fallen over a couple of times, but luckily, onto a bed or a seat. He was miraculously shuffling out of the room without any mishaps before disaster struck and he collapsed onto his friend's bed.
The red-head jumped with a start as he released the howl of a whiny schoolgirl, being the extraordinarily goofy guy he is. "Blimey, Harry!" The now not-so-sleepy-and-snoring teen said as he shimmied back up against the railing and eyeballed his flimsy friend with shock. "You alright, mate?"
"I'm fine! Sorry, Ron." The disastrous teen apologized, but only half meaning what he said; something had to wake up that snooze button of a friend he had...
The red-head, Ron (Ronald was his full name), eased out of his bed and helped his friend get onto his feet before the two shared an awkward yet fulfilling silence.
"It was a nightmare, wasn't it?" Ron finally mentioned with hesitance.
The other teen simply and grimly nodded. "It's the same one, and it never gets any easier to cope with." The boy croaked out.
"You wanna talk about it?" Ron asked with care.
He may be a bit of a goof most of the time, but Ronald had a very touching side. That's what the other teen admired about his best friend. "No, it's fine." He replied with a soft yet quick smile. He began to walk out the door and down the steps as a smirk tugged at his lips, "Now hurry up and get ready– quickly mind you–or it's a liver Bertie Bott's bean for you at the tournament! And by Joe, put some pants on!"
Ron pouted his lips and looked down at his bottom half; saved by the trunks. "Good call, mate." He remarked (mostly to himself for his own humiliation) before heading to the washroom.
~Goblet of Ice~
He did want to talk about it, he really did, and Ron was a good person but he wasn't the guy to talk to about this. Ron was his only very best friend (besides Hermione, but she was a girl. Not that it was a problem but- it's a guy thing) and really the best person to talk to about it but it was all just so personal. It was the same nightmare every night for the past week ever since he arrived at the Weasley's to attend the Quidditch World Cup. It was unavoidable, and every night is was as equally torturous as the last and as horrifying as the next.
His nightmare was about He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, a very infamous wizard in the wizarding world (and who tried to kill him), Peter Pettigrew, an ex-friend of the teen's long deceased parents, and another mysterious man that the teen knew not of. There was another man, an elder man, who ended up exploring the wrong house at the wrong time and ended up dead because of it, the murder being in the hands of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. But that wasn't a big deal, that guy was infamous for killing people left and right (but he still felt bad for the old fella). What made the teen scared down to his very soul was the fact that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was using the man he (of course) knew not of to search for someone and bring an end to him. And to be frank, the teen had a pretty good idea who that was.
That boy's name was Harry Potter.
The teen smirked to himself. The Boy Who Lived, Harry Potter. It was fourteen years ago that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was still on his serial killing massacre and happened to attack the Potter's one fateful night. Well, long story short: Harry was the only one who ended up living, left with a lightning bolt scar on his forehead as a souvenir of the experience (he was only a babe at the time). He was sent to live with his treacherous aunt and uncle (he still does!) before another fateful day came along and he was admitted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He met friends, foes, and He-who-Must-Not-Be-Named returned with a death grudge on the Potter boy and all hell broke lose. (Yep, that pretty much sums it up!)
This Harry guy must have lived an awful yet amazing life.
Well, he sure does! The teen said to himself. Man, I gotta stop referring myself in third person! It's so vain! The teen, Harry, said to himself. Yes, the teen was Harry Potter himself.
And right now, Harry's life was set on awful as the nightmares haunted him day in and day out. He needed help. All the help he could get. Wizard material or not. As long as he could trust them.
~Goblet of Ice~
Yellow cat eyes from the shadows watched the red-headed boy leave the room, leaving it deserted with only a single lantern illuminating the otherwise dark room.
The honey colored eyes flickered as the figure from the shadows stepped forth, one slippered foot after the other. The tall and slender figure draped in cloaks of the richest black glided over to the bed where the Boy Who Lived once writhed and cried underneath its covers. The figure smiled widely, showing off his bared sharp teeth, still admiring the work of the once suffering boy.
It was his job after all, to bring nightmares to children and to teens if duty calls for it. Oh goodness gracious no! He was not He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, he was merely hired by him. Why, he wasn't even what you would call a wizard! But if he wasn't a wizard or prone to witchcraft, what was his interference with the (once) greatest sorcerer of all time? Well, let's just say that when you add darkness and nightmares upon revenge and evilness, you get a mother-load of an unbeatable force of dark power.
His name was Pitch Black, more commonly known as the Boogeyman. He was an ancient spirit that has dwelled the earth for more than a millennium. He had reigned over his Dark Ages about the same time He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named reigned over his. They both brought fear and destruction to the world, and they were both defeated by an act of light and goodness. Now they were both resurrected, being as evil and revengeful and as dark as ever.
The two sorcerers both held grudges. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named held one on the Boy Who Lived who was the reason of his death. And Pitch held a grudge on the Guardians, more commonly known as Santa Clause, the Tooth Fairy, the Easter Bunny, and the Sandman. But most of all, Pitch held a revengeful grudge on their newest member, Jack Frost, the Winter Spirit.
The offer was perfect. He would be a fool not to take it. The Dark Lord (He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named) and the Boogeyman working side by side to bring about the Dark Ages once more and get revenge on the ones they hated most. It was sweet and sublime, Pitch couldn't wait to get started. But from experience, Pitch knew that he had to be patient. Good things happen to people who wait for their prey to come to them, before snatching it up without remorse.
And He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, the Dark Lord, had a name. It was Voldemort. Voldemort and Pitch Black, they'd be unstoppable. However, if the Dark Ages returned under the wizarding world and Voldemort's rule, the Guardians would be upon them, and that's exactly what Pitch wanted. He wanted a certain Winter Spirit to fall right into his hands without them even considering it. The dark spirit couldn't wait, all he had to do was bide his time and be told what to do... for now.
Pitch retreaded back to the shadows, but not before snuffing out the light of the single candle that lit the room. A metaphor of what was about to happen in a matter of time.
~Goblet of Ice~
He knew this was going to happen, in a matter of time it was destined to happen. But he didn't expect it to happen so soon and so drastically. He thought it was maybe a good idea to host the Triwizard Tournament to ease and take off the minds of the young souls affected by what's been happening recently. It was a good distraction. Or was it? Or was it too distracting? Was it bound to backfire? Would he regret the decision? Things had been getting heated recently at Hogwarts and it wasn't in their favor. The boy needed protection that he could not provide without it being too obvious.
The old man who was thinking paced impatiently around the headmaster's office. His office; for he was Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts. A headmaster who was deep in thought at the moment.
It was all about attention and distraction at this point. The Dark Lord was returning and the boy needed proper care, but who else? He himself could not do it or everyone would notice and things would grow suspicious. Dumbledore knew Voldemort would be returning, but he needed to keep hope up as long as humanly possible, for there was a way to win this. But the boy's protector had to be powerful and smart, they had to have the wits and the mind and the will. The protector had to be someone new and someone the Dark Lord wouldn't expect. Someone who could keep low under the wizarding radar. But who?! Someone to guard-
Dumbledore blinked behind his half-moon rimmed spectacles before they gleamed with pride.
The Guardians. They were absolutely perfect. However, he could only pick one or, again, things would get too heated. Clause was too large and loud, heavens not that blasted Pooka, the fairy and the dream-giver would be an exception except for their appearances. But he had heard recently a new member was added to the team. Who was he? Wasn't he a winter spirit with white hair? Sounded decent. New and unsuspecting, but hopefully cooperative and not too much of an attention-seeker. After all, he was Dumbledore's saving grace and the boy's one true protector. This new member would have to do.
Dumbledore walked over to the fireplace, grabbing some floo powder out of a flower pot before ducking into the ashy pit. He grimaced as he almost bumped his head before sneezing, this place needed some soot cleaning! He sighed, no matter.
"North Pole!" Dumbledore chanted as he was whisked away by a roar of green flames.
~Goblet of Ice~
He had a feeling, in his belly.
Santa Clause, or more commonly referred to as North, could not tell if the feeling in his food-consuming organ was good or bad, but it was there regardless. He was in his office, sitting on his big red armchair that rested near the warm fireplace. It was a good place to think and be at peace without any distractions (most notably the damned elves).
That's why he was so startled when the flames of the fireplace erupted and turned into a shade of wicked green. North jumped out of his skin and tipped over, tumbling onto the floor with his armchair balanced on it's side.
North growled and stood up, only to have a feeling of joy overcome him as a man was staring at him with teasing eyes.
"Dumbledore." North declared with satisfaction. "How are you, old friend?" He asked, smirking slightly at the 'old.'
"Tch!" Dumbledore snorted, "Age dwells on the both of us, does it not?" Previously, many decades ago, the two men had shared a very attractive looking goatee, now they both rocked a pair of awesome snow-white beards.
"I'm getting to old for zis." North mumbled in his thick Russian accent as he motioned outside of his office door where they could just see a yeti spill a stack of toys just beyond the small window. North groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. He collected himself and sighed before joy flooded back into him. "Vat brings you here?"
Dumbledore raised his eyebrows. "I need a Guardian, Nick." He declared. "And I have my eye on a very particular one with snow white hair."
North's eyes twinkled. "Vat could you possibly want our newest Guardian for?"
"Patience, Nick."
"It's now North."
North beamed a confident smile before leaving his office and accessing the Globe Room. The room where you could call a very important meeting of course, because things were about to get magical.
I hope you enjoyed it:) Make sure to leave a review cause really I wanna know how I did! If we get some decent status, the next chapter will be up shortly! More reviews, more updates;) HAGS XD Peace!
-SkatingDJ