Welcome! I'm C. , and yes, I'm new. I've always wanted to post my ideas, but i never really had the resources to do so. So, it is my pleasure to be able to share them with you. Anyways, this is my first time posting any work, at all, and I hope that my first attempt won't completely blow up in my face :)
AN:
I know, blargga blargga 5th year is over-rated blargga blargga. Everyone is using it blargga blargga. Yes, I understand, but really it's the only year that can be used, especially with this plot bunny humping my brain into submission. I'm serious. I feel..violated. It. Won't. Let. Me. SLEEP. Anyways, enough with my troubles. How's your day? :D
But, I do promise to make it different from all the other stories...At least, I'll attempt to :o
This is the warning part:
I have never made fanfiction before. I'm letting you guys know now before I have to pull out the fire extinguisher for the flames to come. But really, don't hesitate to let me know about any mistakes/typos/constructive criticism, just drop a review c:
Also,
I'm not familiar with much anything to do with Harry Potter. So if I do anything wrong, please, feel free to let me know, I'd really appreciate it. I did try with the research though :D
Another thing:
There will be warnings in every chapter, pinky promise! XD But I think warnings usually are kinda like spoilers, but I have a remedy for that already made.
DISCLAIMER:
I do not, in any way or form, own Rise of the Guardians or Harry Potter, although, William Joyce and Dreamworks, and JK Rowling own them respectively. I'm just a crazy fangirl who can't sleep :D
WARNING:
Some scenes may contain: romance between boys(slash), bromance between bros, suggestive sexual content(maybe, maybe not), death, blood, suggestive child abuse, swearing, and Voldemort c: Some scenes may be unsuitable for younger viewers, please read at your own discretion.
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Prologue
"Jokul Frosti has come!" The children of a small Norwegian town squealed through fits of laughter at the first sight of freshly fallen snow. Everyone grabbing as much snow as they can, immediately began making forts with one idea in mind.
"Snowball fight!"
As the war began, a chuckling Winter Sprite watches from a high tree branch. With a small wave of his staff, each side is rewarded with a hefty refuel of fresh ammo. From his perch, Jack Frost, Guardian of snowballs and fun times, can feel the joy fluttering through the air.
A gust of wind, so unlike the soft caresses he was used to from his long time companion, forced him into a defensive position. The young Guardian clutched his staff as he watched the skies above begin to darken, cloudless, the vibrant blue morphing into a sickly, dark grey. Lightening seemingly coming out of nowhere, was followed quickly by loud claps of thunder.
Dark brows knotted together, his head of silvery-snow white hair whipped around, concern for the children clear in his blue eyes. He was horrified to find the children standing frozen in place as they watched their little town darken. The Winter Sprite leapt from his branch to gently land onto his bare feet, not even having a moment to bury his toes in the snow. He made his way towards the children, but stopped cold as shadows as dark as an abyss began to surround them. His staff began to glow a blinding blue as a battle cry echoed across the town. Swinging the crook to and fro, he watched as each shadow swirled and disappeared.
A minuscule whimper sounded so loud in the quiet little town. The Winter Sprite aimed his crook towards the noise, ready to protect the children he swore as a Guardian to keep out of harms way.
"Don't worry I've-" was the only thing he could say before a flash of green light headed straight for him, dodging out of the way, he shot a blast of blue in return. An explosion of magic erupted as green and blue merged, creating a quickly dissipating mist.
The boy with the crook emerged to find another boy, just about his age, standing alone. But what he found disconcerting was not the similar mop of hair of opposite shade, nor was it the wire-rimmed glasses, not even the scar on his forehead, nor was it the fact that he's older than the ordinary believer, no none of that, the boy was just simply afraid. And that's what made Jack Frost's icy heart crack just a bit. A child, even a teen, as long as one needed a Guardian they deserved one whether they even believed.
The Winter Sprite rushed to the other boy's side, ready to comfort, ready to protect him with his immortal life. Jack caught the raven-haired boy just as he toppled over, holding him in a cold embrace as they both fell to the ground.
The boy with the scar inadvertently flinched as a freezing warmth held onto him. Feeling the cold of the soft snow make contact with his lower body made him shiver. Delicate frost patterns began to spread along his wire-rimmed glasses, obscuring his already impaired vision, only allowing a faint silhouette to be seen.
The looming figure was just close enough to distinguish vague features. This person was a boy like him, just, nothing like him. The snow white hair was messy, as if the wind had intentionally made it so, creased dark brows contrasted with the porcelain-like skin. Cold fingertips slightly touched his cheek as a gentle thumb wiped the frost away. He looked like everything an angel should.
Just as the boy who lived was about to thank his savior, he jolted as a wet warmth began to spread across his side. The fair-skinned boy with electrifyingly icy blue eyes became even paler as he felt the warmth quickly becoming cold and sticky against his abdomen.
Jack felt his heart drop like lead. He began to check his charge of any injuries, fiddling clumsily with the coarse material of the other boy's robes. The Winter Sprite patted gently, his hands shakily roamed where the blood had become tacky.
The raven-haired boy watched the hands move, waiting for the pain that he knew would wash over him once his angel had found it. He waited. His gaze wandered over the gentle curves of this boy's jawline, the little freckles that sprinkled over blue tinted soft cheeks, and how plump lips were pressed into a firm line.
The pain had finally come.
Both boys blanched in realization. The boy with the scar sat up and encircled the cold boy in a warm embrace. Taking note of how he became stiff from the contact, and how much thinner this boy is and fragile like ice. The non-immortal boy clutched the other close, afraid of letting go, afraid of being forced to watch the porcelain-doll like angel fall apart and turn into millions of little pieces. He reluctantly released the boy and held him at arms length. The dark red that had completely covered the front of the white-haired teen's blue hoodie frightened him into action, pressing his hands onto wherever the center seemed to be.
Jack felt like his abdomen was burning. The pain is worse than the day the Summer Sprites thought it would be funny to mess with him. It hurt, but it became somewhat bearable as he became distracted with the other boy's futile attempts to stop the bleeding. He waited for his immortal blood to heal the sudden wound, fearing the worst, he knew it wouldn't come. The Winter Sprite blinked the tiredness out of his eyes, fully aware that if he'd close them now he'd never be able to open them again.
The supposed immortal spirit reached his hands down and grabbed the other pair that were shakily, yet firmly held at his abdomen. He gently coaxed the hands into calming by squeezing them lightly. Jack watched as the boy looked into his eyes, emerald green to icy blue, searching for something.
"I'm fine…" Jack managed, wincing slightly at the quivering in his voice. He stopped the boy from reaching down again, taking his hands in his and shaking his head. Smiling slightly, hoping to the Man in the Moon that it didn't look like a grimace.
The boy with the scar sat Indian style on the cold snow covered ground, pulling the smaller boy onto his lap. Jack allowed himself to be moved, not having enough energy to protest. The young Guardian felt warm fingers tangle with the short white locks of his hair, gently pulling him to lay his head on the other boy's chest. The raven-haired boy buried his nose in surprisingly soft hair, breathing in the scent of mint and freshly fallen snow.
The Winter Sprite relaxed in tune with the human boy's heart, then panic struck him hard as a strange feeling of dread crept up in the back of his mind. He wanted to remember, what had lead up to this. His half lidded eyes shot wide open,
There were no shadows under the other boy, then and now.
The human boy noticed the snowy haired teen look up at him, eyes filled with trepidation.
"What's wrong?" He asked fearing that that would be it.
Just as the other boy opened his mouth to answer, a throaty voice cackled just ahead of them. The young wizard reached for his wand, heart stopping as he reached for nothing. He clutched the other teen closer to his chest just as he felt him attempt to get up.
"Ahh, Harry Potter," It greeted, "how nice it is to see you." The source of the hiss like voice stepped out from the darkness seamlessly.
Jack flinched as he took in the creature's appearance. Sure, it was humanoid, but the way it came closer could be compared to a slither. The Guardian of Fun wanted to giggle at the guy's nose, or lack thereof, but the way the other boy, Harry, tensed with each step it took, he knew now was not the time. This guy, assuming that it was a guy because of the voice, reminded him of a snake. An animagus transfiguration gone wrong, maybe? He shook his head slightly as a headache began to spread, instead choosing to splay his hands on Harry's chest, watching as the other boy's shoulders drop marginally.
"Tsk tsk tsk too bad your parents can't see you now." The snake-like creature gloated, eliciting rage from both boys, neither of them knowing to whom he was taunting. "Now, time for the end." It laughed throatily, pulling out a weird looking stick.
Dumbledore's wand.
Jack heard an intake of breath, quickly grabbed his staff as the other boy gathered him in his arms. Harry ran into the woods, leaving an excited looking snake-creature cackling behind them.
"Ohhh, this going to be..fun."
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"So, friend of yours?"
Harry looked at him sharply just as he tripped over a root with both of them rolling into a small opening under the tree. The raven-haired boy crawled over to the other teen, attempting to pick him back up and start running again.
Using momentum, the boy with the striking blue eyes pulled Harry on top of him. The boy with the scar tried to get back up to only be held back down and have a hand clamped over his mouth. Harry was about to jerk away until
Crunch
"Potter, come out, come out wherever you are." It hissed by the opposite end of the tree. There was a long pause as the two boys listened with bated breath.
Sniff sniff, they heard it smell the air.
Then, the Snakeman crunched away, both boys counted each step as it quieted into silence.
Harry poked his head out of their little burrow. Deciding that it was safe, he pulled Jack along as they crawled out. "You okay?" The raven-haired boy whispered.
"Surprise."
The frost child pushed Harry out of the way and shot all the power he had left at the creepy bastard.
"Run.." Jack rasped through jagged breath as he leaned against his staff. He watched as Snakeman began to break from the solid ice.
"I'm not leaving."
"I can buy you some time. Just.." After taking quick, short breaths he pushed the other boy in the opposite direction, "..run."
"No!" Jack whipped his head to look into determined emerald green eyes. "I'm not leaving you.." The boy with the green eyes said in finality. The other boy, Jack, turned back towards their opponent, hiding the tiny smile that cracked his cold exterior.
"Ohhhh..how touching." Snakeman clapped as a manic smile made its way onto its face.
"What do you want Snakeman?!" Jack smirked as he watched the creature sputter indignantly.
"Excuse me, do you know to WHOM you are speaking with?!" It spat, the frost child swore that he saw some venom in the air.
"Should I?" The young guardian asked in nonchalance with a tired shrug.
"Oh Jack," said boy stiffened, "I know who you are."
"How do you know my name." The frost child demanded, white knuckles clutching around his crook on the ready. Just then, a pair of glowing golden eyes peeked out from the darkness behind the snake-creature. Jack's eyes widened as they quickly filled with fear.
Harry watched on, eyes never leaving Voldemort's every move. He noticed the way its fingers curled around the wand. Quickly, the boy who lived wrapped his arms around the smaller boy in an attempt to shield him, "I've got you."
"Avara kedavra!" The Snakeman yelled as Jack's and Harry's world turned to darkness.
A light gasp was heard in a previously silent chamber. This man sat up in his bed, contemplating as he ran his hand through his long, white beard. Making a decision, he tossed the sheets to the side, and walked over to his a desk. He pulled out a piece of parchment, dipped the quill into ink, and began his letter.
The old man stood tall as he pulled out his wand, gripping it as he silently recited a spell. The enchanted parchment slipped into a neat envelope before the aged man picked it up. Walking to one of his trusted carriers, he sent it on its way.
"Please," the man with wisdom beyond his age begged in his deep voice, "Hogwarts needs your help..." He tapered off as he watched the moon peek out from behind dark clouds.
"And so does the world.."
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AN:
Okay okay...so please..for the love of whatever deity you believe in, tell me what you think. I have no idea if this is a good idea, but I really wanted to try it out...Soooo drop a review? It would mean the world to me c: Hate it, like it, review it! XD
