Bold is characters narrating or the author (me!).***** signals time and/or perspective changes. Italics are used for thoughts, other languages or emphasis. Underlined italics are flashbacks or dreams.

Set after Rise of the Guardians, and during Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets.

For the most part, the POV will be Jack, Bunny or possibly Harry, but there might be others.

Shipping minor Drarry, but not a romance. No ToothxJack!

Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much.

Why would you want to be normal?

Adults just do.

Ahem.

They were the last people you'd expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious, because they just didn't hold with such nonsense.
Am I nonsense?

No, Bunny. Now be quiet.
Mr. Dursley was the director of a firm called Grunnings, which made drills. He was a big, beefy man with hardly any neck, although he did have a very large moustache. Mrs. Dursley was thin and blond and had nearly twice the usual amount of neck,

That makes up for her husband!

Yes, Jack. That's the idea. May I continue?

Yes.

which came in useful as she spent so much of her time craning over garden fences, spying on the neighbours. The Dursleys had a small boy called Dudley and in their opinion there was no finer boy anywhere.

But then, most parents think that, don't they? At least, that's what I've noticed.

YES, BUNNY. NOW CAN I READ?

Oh. Okay.

The Dursleys had everything they wanted,

When are we going to get to us?

If I tell your part of the story, will you be quiet?

Yes.

Sure, mate.

Fine, then. *Deep sigh*

Jack Frost, king of winter and resident fun guy, was spreading snow over the Rocky Mountains when brilliant purple lights lit up the sky. Looking up, he sighed.

"Well, I guess I'm not visiting Jamie then. Coming, North," he muttered to himself, effortlessly changing direction and soaring towards the North Pole.

Soon enough, the lights of North's workshop appeared, shining nearly as bright as the moon. Jack dived towards the window usually left open for him to come and go, only to smack into the crystal-clear glass. He had to admit, the yetis did a good job keeping the place clean.

As Jack rubbed his sore head, Tooth came fluttering up to open the window. "Thanks, Tooth," he said gratefully, coming through the now-open window with a little less grace than usual.

Just then, a large gray shape came leaping out of a newly appeared hole in the floor, grumbling about being pulled away from his Easter eggs.

"Ah, greetings, Jack, Bunny. Ve are just vaiting for our guest, and then he vill explain everything."

Jack turned to greet the large (okay, enormous) man who had just spoken. "Hey, North. I was just going to ask, but I can wait a few minutes. Maybe."

"Good to see you, Jack! You have been avay for too long. At least soon you vill be here more, vat with ze summer just around ze corner." Jack scowled at the mention of the inordinately hot season, when he would be forced to stay at the poles or suffer nausea and a fever. No disrespect to Mother Nature, but he could really have done without summer.

Just then, the fireplace in one side of the hall flared to life, unusual green flames rising high into the chimney. Just as suddenly, they vanished, leaving a tall, and slightly sooty, man standing in the hearth.

"Oh, Albus, you are early! But, ve are all here, so, is good, ja?"

"Yes, of course. Now, I presume you all are the Guardians?" A collection of nods around the circle.

"Good. I am Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. You may call my Albus, or Professor Dumbledore, as you prefer. Have you ever heard of witches and wizards?"

Rather surprised at the turn of conversation, the Guardians nodded.

"Good. That will help. Have any of you ever tried doing magic, other than your Guardian magic, of course?"

Jack and North raised their hands, and after a moment, Bunny hesitantly followed suit. Jack raised his eyebrows, but didn't comment. There was a time for anything and everything, including teasing.

"Good, that will help. Let's see, North is a bit old for a student, but I think I know what we can do. North and Tooth will pose as teachers and Sandy, Jack and – I believe your preferred name is Aster?" Bunny nodded.

"Sandy, Jack and Aster can be students. Are you willing to pretend to be an adopted family?"

North laughed uproariously. "Ah, but ve are family in truth, not pretend! Ja, ve vill do it, Albus."

"Excuse me, what will we do? I should like to know what I'm doing before I have to do it," Jack said, slightly irritated.

"Ah," Dumbledore replied, "yes. You will be going to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry as students, and, in North and Tooth's case, teachers. You see, there is a boy, Harry Potter, who as a baby survived an attack by one of the most deadly wizards of the age, Lord Voldemort. Now, twelve years later, Lord Voldemort is back and wants revenge. He is trying to kill Harry, and I stupidly underestimated the threat he poses. Two years ago, Harry's first year, he tried to steal a very dangerous artifact, called the Philosopher's Stone."

All the Guardians drew in a shocked breath.

Bunny said, scowling, "That thing should 'ave been destroyed centuries ago. It's a damn menace."

"Well, you will be glad to hear that I have convinced the stone's owner, Nicholas Flamel, to have it gotten rid of. Permanently. Then, last year, Harry got targeted by a Basilisk, which he killed. However, Hogwarts is not nearly as safe as we have always thought, and Harry attracts trouble like a magnet. Therefore, I am enlisting your aid in watching over him."

Jack flew into the air. "Nu-uh. Why should I go to school? I'm the spirit of fun, and school is not fun. Besides, who'd spread winter?"

"Mother Nature will take care of that, with the help of your Winter Spirits. And I would hope you would agree to do this because a boy – hardly more than a child, really – is in grave danger, and your job is to keep kids safe."

"Come on, Jack. We're supposed to be looking after the ankle-biters."

"Okay, fine. I'll go. But, how will Tooth not look like a humming bird, and Bunny a kangaroo?"

"Rabbit!" Bunny shouted. "I'm a rabbit, not a bloody kangaroo, mate. What makes ya think I'm a kangaroo?"

"Language, Bunny! And I dunno, maybe it's the accent, or the fact that most rabbits don't stand up on their hind legs?"

"I'm not most rabbits, Frostbite!"

"Okay, fine. I'm sorry. How will you not look like an adorable-"

"No."

"Fluffy-"

"No!"

"Bunny rabbit."

"NO!"

North sighed, and interrupted what was shaping up to be a vicious argument (a.k.a. Jack and Bunny's usual interaction). "Vould you let Albus answer, please?"

Reluctantly, they turned to Dumbledore.

"As it happens, my potions master, Professor Snape, has created a draught that will make you all appear as normal humans for the space of one year, or until you take an antidote. Don't worry, it won't affect your ability to cast your special brand of magic. I will leave five doses with you, and I hope you will all take them sometime in the summer. Here is a list of the equipment you will need."

And, handing North several vials of sparkling liquid and a letter, he went to the fireplace and threw a handful of glittering dust to the ground, vanishing in a cloud of green flames.