Chapter 1: The Calling
Thunder rumbled overhead and a figure looked up at the black sky as rain pounded against the ground. Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, held up his hand and caught some of the drops. He peered at them over the top of his half-moon spectacles and his eyes widened as he saw the drops in his palm. They were all perfect spheres, not combined into a single, larger drop. They stayed separate of one another. The most frightening trait about these unusual drops of water was that they were not clear. These drops were pitch black. Dumbledore looked at Professor McGonagall, who was standing beside him. She looked back at him.
"He's back."
North was walking jovially through his workshop. It was the middle of July and everything was running according to schedule. Suddenly, North's happy mood dropped so quickly you could practically hear it shooting down the scale as he caught sight of a yeti next to a stack of wooden airplanes, all painted blue. The yeti was in the midst of painting another.
"I don't like them, paint them green – Christmassy green! – no, red – red of Christmastime! – no…" The yeti began to paint the airplane with fast strokes of red and green, switching when North changed his mind.
"Ugh. Just… ooh! That!" North said, pointing at the airplane. The plane was now crisscrossed with red and green strokes, not a trace of brown wood was anywhere to be seen. The yeti groaned with displeasure and slammed his head on the table as he had to repaint about 50 airplanes.
Finally North was satisfied and he continued to the Globe Room. His swords in his hands, he walked in to greet his visitors. A meeting had been arranged beforehand.
A loud crack sounded and Dumbledore and McGonagall appeared, having Apparated to Santoff Claussen.
"Greetings, North. It has been a long time," Dumbledore greeted North.
"Ah, Professors Dumbledore and McGonagall. To what may I owe you the pleasure?" North asked.
"North, could you call the others? And your newest addition. He is back. It seems your old rival, as the threat to all children, is working with him," Dumbledore said gravely.
North sprinted to his Northern Lights control, but didn't make it too quickly because of the several cookies he had consumed.
"I need to work out more," he huffed. When he reached the control, he turned the handle and shoved it in. The Aurora Borealis flared up around the world, summoning the Guardians to the North Pole.
Jack looked up into the sky as he prepared to shoot off the ground in Belgium. He lifted up in the air a little bit and hovered as he saw green and blue lights flickering in the sky. "The Northern Lights!" he thought as he shot off towards the North Pole.
When Jack arrived, he shot through the window and stopped at what he saw. Before him in the Globe Room were the others and also two people he didn't recognize.
"Ah, 'ere 'e is. Jack, the last to arrive at the Pole. Again," Bunny smirked.
"Oh, shut it Kangaroo," Jack snickered as the pooka's ears straightened from the insult.
"Anyway, this is Professor Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and Professor McGonagall, the deputy headmistress," North introduced the two people. "They have come to… What have you come for, again?" North asked the professors.
"The Dark Lord is back and threatening Hogwarts. Now, Jack Frost, we need you to come to Hogwarts this year and go undercover as a student. While there, you would have the normal duties of a student, but we also need you there to protect the students and watch one in particular – Harry Potter," Dumbledore explained.
"Hold up. You want me? Why me?" Jack asked. If he was being honest, he was completely lost.
"Because you look, well, most… like a human student. You are or you look about our students' ages. And lastly, because of your courageous and skilled part in defeating Pitch last year. We believe, should anything occur at Hogwarts this coming year, you would be able to take care of the problem effectively and protect the students in the process," Dumbledore answered.
"Fine. One, condition, though. He gets to keep staff," North replied.
"That can be arranged. There is a spell that will allow him to keep his staff," Dumbledore stated.
"Hello! I am standing right here. And I am over 300 years old, so yes, I can make my own decisions," Jack said. When everyone in the room looked at him, he continued. "You want me – the Guardian of FUN, for crying out loud – to go to SCHOOL! You have got to be kidding me!"
"No, we are not." Professor McGonagall now stepped forward. "Our students are in grave danger, and we are not skilled enough to protect them. You, on the other hand, are qualified for this and it is your job to protect children anyway."
Jack sighed. "Fine. But it's as North said. I get to keep my staff."
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A/N: And… this is my first chapter. Well, yeah. You probably noticed. I hope you enjoyed it! Please review! Bye till next time!