I haven't read any of the books. I saw the movie once. I will try to capture the characters as the movie did but… I'm likely to fail. I thought of this because there is only one RotG story with Severus (what's up with that people!?) and I've decided that Pitch and Snape are meant to be together. This is just for fun. No money made. Own nothing.

Warning: some violence, some gayness.

Main Couple: Pitch/Severus

Side Couple (established): Bunny/Santa

Maybe couples: surprises!

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"They're coming, you miserable old bastard so just wait!"

"Had I…" what was said became lost in the wind. "I would not tolerate your foolishness. I will only tell you this once more, you insolent little brat: there is no other way, no matter how hard you wish it to be. Accept that I do not wait for anyone… especially you."

There were a lot of things that could catch Jack Frost's attention but only a few things that could keep it. One of them did not include a light bantering argument between North and Bunnymund but one did include two people arguing with such venom in their relatively quiet voices. Jack raised his head and began to walk in the direction, sneaking away from the older Guardians until he found himself silently running through the large trees and ducking behind a bush even though he highly doubted anyone would be able to see him.

In the clearing were two males, one a rather short young man that looked to be around Jack's (appearance) age although he was scrawny and much tanner than he. He wore a burgundy cloak with a sewn onto it and a gold clasp keeping it on his narrow shoulders. He had wild dark brown hair and, when he glanced around frantically, Jack nearly gasped at the pure brilliance of his green eyes. They practically glowed in the almost darkness and were absolutely beautiful except that they glimmered with tears and something that suggested that he wanted to scream and tear out his hair.

"I'm going to guide them—don't do anything!" the boy shouted and dashed off. As he disappeared, it was then that Jack turned his attention to the other being. This one was taller but Jack couldn't make out anything about the man except that he was probably a man. He squinted and leaned just a bit forward to try to catch a glimpse of the completely covered man. There was something oddly familiar about the black cloaked figure with his bowed head. The man turned to look in the direction that the younger (Jack assumed) man had disappeared before shaking his head.

"Foolish boy," he whispered in a deep, purring voice then he fell to his knees. With a start, Jack saw that there was another person, this one on the ground and almost deadly silent. It was a little girl he realized with a start, almost completely covered with the falling snow. She was curled into a tight shivering ball, her black hair covering most of her brown face but Jack could make out one brown eye that gazed out dully.

There was something wrong, Jack was sure of it however it wasn't connecting properly at the present moment so he watched the cloaked man. To his surprise, the man's form shifted and blurred before clearing once more to reveal a woman. She (he) kneeled down next to the little girl, the equally black hair shifting on the fake woman's head until it brushed the little girl's round face.

"Lilo," the transformed man hummed in a sweet, honey voice. The little girl shifted weakly, picking up her head just a centimeter at the sound of the woman's voice. The soaked black strands of her hair that shielded some of her face did nothing to hide the red tinted snow beneath her. Jack felt his throat tighten, was the girl injured? Was she a spirit and the woman (man) her mother (father)?

"Mom… is tha you?" she slurred, her little hand reaching out blindly but she didn't move her body any more as though she were frightened that her mother really wasn't there. Jack felt the sudden urge to shout out to the girl, to tell her that it wasn't her mother but a man. Before he could, the man let out a bell-like laugh in the woman's voice and nodded, catching the bare hand in his and pressing his painted lips into the stiff little fingers that were slowly turning blue.

"Yes, love, it's me," the man continued in Lilo's mother's voice, bending over further until their hair merged together as though they did this every day. Lilo giggled feebly and slowly uncurled herself, bringing attention to the damaged half of her face. Jack flinched as he watched the blood still pouring from the side of her face dye the snow below her. The woman (man) didn't seem phased by it as he ran a delicate hand over the damage, causing the girl to sigh with relief. Jack felt sick to his stomach, he had never seen anything like that—had never seen such wounds on someone so small even though children slipped and fell on his ice near constantly.

"Mom, it hurts and so, so, so cold," Lilo whimpered, dragging herself closer into the warmth that her 'mommy' provided. Something was wrong, something was happening and still the answer eluded the playful Winter Spirit.

"Oh baby, it's almost over. It's almost over and you'll be so happy," the man cooed, gathering the small girl into the green clothed arms.

"Sing to me mom?" the girl asked weakly. The man let out a choked sob and nodded down at the wounded girl. Then he began to sing in a loving voice, bringing a tired smile to the girl.

"Lilo-Bye, oh Lilo Bye

My lovely Lilo moon

Tip-Toe by where my baby lies

In your tiny silver spoon

Will you guard, will you keep…"

Jack felt tears pooling in his eyes despite the obvious still evading his mind or perhaps he did innately realize what was happening but he just couldn't bring himself to accept it. He jumped as he felt a hand land on his shoulder. He whipped his head around and saw that it was Bunnymund touching him while North stood on his other side, both gazing out at the scene Jack had stumbled upon.

"That's a shame," the Phooka sighed sadly as he shook his head.

"Let's go Jack," North rumbled in a subdued voice, his sparkling blue eyes dulled out. As though he were struck by lightning, Jack's brain forced itself to accept what was happening and had been happening right in front of him. The little girl, Lilo, was dying in the snow—no, she wasn't dying, the man was actively killing her! The young winter spirit let out a dismayed shout and ripped away from Bunnymund's large paw and ducked under North's reaching arm. He dashed quickly over to the murderer, anger and fear driving him to go as fast as he could.

"Don't kill her!" he cried out as his body slammed so hard into the other that it knocked him right out the realistic illusion and the girl landed harshly on the ground with a whimper that went unheard by Jack. The killer let out a grunt, hood flying back to reveal his features for blue eyes to take note of only for the boy to do a double take to make sure that he was seeing the man's face correctly.

"Pitch?" he gasped dumbly then he blinked and the man's face became clearer. No, no, he wasn't Pitch Black. This man's hair was much longer and fanned out onto the snow like raven wings. His eyes, like Pitch's eyes glowed but they were onyx without a sliver of white to be seen. His skin, as though it wanted nothing more than to defy the rest of him, was bone white. It was nothing like the grey tint that defined Pitch. It was clear that the man was a spirit but he was not one that Jack readily recognized by his appearance.

"Get off me you imbecile!" the man shouted, bringing his elbow up in a vicious blow to Jack's jaw that knocked him to the side with a grunt of pain. The man landed another kick, this one seemingly by accident as the man's foot had connected with his chest as he scrambled towards the little girl. She was shivering once more and dull eyed, sprawled across the snow seeing as she had been ripped forcefully out of her 'mother's' arms. In a second, the man was resuming the image of her mother with the thick black hair falling in Lilo's face and a beautiful tune carrying over the snow drenched clearing. Jack placed a hand to his aching jaw and shakily climbed back to his feet, the blow had taken more out of him than he thought it would but he was determined. He couldn't just let this monster kill a little girl. He had to stop this monster.

Before he could stumble towards the duo and interrupt the man again, he was confronted by his fellow Guardians, three out of the four standing to block his path. Their faces pulled into collective frowns although Tooth was glancing over her shoulders, her eyes wet with tears that she tried to keep from falling.

"What are you doing!? He's going to kill her!" Jack shouted and tried to go around the older spirits but it was not meant to be. North shook his head and placed a large hand over the white haired lad's mouth, quieting his shoulder and protestations while his free arm wrapped around his torso to pin his flailing his arms. Jack was effectively neutralized and left to watch helplessly as the man slowly sung Lilo to her death. Just as the last of the lyrics were being said, the boy with the vibrant eyes was back but with the company of humans, a woman who was right behind him and several others only a few yards away.

"Nani, please slow down before you fall. You don't know that she's this way," a man shouted, his short hair ruffling in the wind as he attempted to catch up with the woman racing through the snow. She slipped and slid on the ice, obviously unused to it but the determination on her face spoke of fearlessness of energy.

"David, she is. I can feel her, Lilo is this way—just trust me!" the woman responded, her eyes searching through the stark whiteness in obvious search for the little girl. The green eyed spirit that the human was not aware of smiled triumphantly, hands keeping her from falling or obviously filling her with extra strength even as the others slowed in their run. He led her, taking her closer and closer to the little girl who needed her and him and oh they were going to make it! They were, they were.

He turned around as he lost sense of the little girl he knew to be behind him only to let out a gasp, color rushing from his face and tears pooling in his eyes. Jack followed his line of sight and let out a dry sob, sagging in the hold of his fellow Guardian as he too saw what the boy saw. The little girl, Lilo, was no longer held by her mother. She was laid out, partially buried in the falling snow with her head turned to the side so her horrible wounds wouldn't show. She was no more, she was dead. And she was being held by the man who had pretended to be her mother, held on his hip as she cuddled close to a green doll with a head much too large for its body. She watched the scene with large brown eyes that held obvious concern.

"Oh no. Please Lilo no! LILO!" the woman, Nani, shouted as she rushed to the dead girl. Tears poured down her brown face. Without the help of the spirit, she fell into the snow and was forced to crawl, throwing up more of the frozen water until she was finally able to gather the tiny, limp body to his chest. The people who had followed her stopped short and took on stiff, grim faces as they observed the woman screaming to the heavens for the loss of the little girl.

"Nani… she's so sad. I didn't want her to be sad. Can't I go back to my sister?" Lilo whispered to the cloaked man even as she continued to stare at her weeping sister. The hooded head gave a solemn shake and a sigh that was almost like the howling wind around them. He placed her on the ground, kneeling as he did so to push the girl's hair out of her face and behind one round ear to reveal her unsullied face.

"It is too late for you to go back. She can no longer see you but for a moment more… she will be able to hear you. Say your parting words so you may join your mother and father," the cloaked spirit ordered. The little girl nodded, sadness still around her face as she slowly turned around and trotted over to her father. Jack watched limply as Lilo gave her sister a soft peck on the cheek and pressed her lips close to her sister's ear but her words carried on the wind.

"I didn't mean it Nani. I never hate you and I love you more than anything. You were the best sister ever," she assured the grieving woman before she stepped away and walked slowly back to the cloaked man. He rested a long fingered hand on her head and waved the other, creating a portal from nothing. Inside the portal was pure white but that was all, nothing could be heard but the general sense of warmth came from it.

"Lilo!" a voice, the real mother, called out from the portal. Lilo gave her sister one last glance before jumping inside. Almost immediately, it slammed shut behind her. Jack watched this happen limply, the boy much like him, staring at the red snow where the girl had laid and not moving as the sister and her friends left, carrying the corpse with them. It was silent in the clearing for a long time, North having released Jack and Bunnymund having pried himself from Tooth who had succumbed to tears. Finally the cloaked man seemed to have gotten tired of the silence. He ripped off his hood and whirled on the four Guardians.

"Nicolas, I have come to realize that you are not a bumbling oaf. However, the next time you take your dog out for a walk, make sure that he's on his leash!" the man hissed nastily, glaring harshly at the shell shocked Jack. It was obvious that he had never seen anyone die beyond his own death. That little girl… she was so small. She could have been his little sister, so scared on the cracking ice with only her older brother to soothe her but… that little girl didn't have her older brother to save her. She died in the middle of a snowy field, alone, in pain and scared.

"Now, Severus, that is not fair," North sighed softly as he pulled his fingers through his white beard. It was apparent that he wanted to side with Jack however there was also the problem that Jack had been completely wrong in attacking the cloaked spirit. He could have greatly ruined things for that little girl.

"You… you let him kill her. That boy went for help… and you let him kill her," Jack announced aloud. Had Jack been able to look away from the red tinted snow that was rapidly disappearing from more falling snowflakes, he would have seen the onyx orbs narrow at him and a look of disgust pass over the bone white face.

"Surely you jest! What brand of dunderhead do you have to be to not know who I am boy? Someone tell me that Mr. Jack Frost is not as stupid as I believe him to be!" the spirit demanded with his face drawn in a look of utter disbelief and his long arms folded over his cloaked chest.

"No, he uh, he wouldn't know who you are. Manny created him so there'd be no reason for… for…" Tooth sniffled as she was unable to finish her statement. Tears still fell down her brightly colored cheeks but she managed to wipe away the moisture and force a small smile upon her lips. She figured that no one wanted to introduce the two and it would be hard to get the Winter spirit's attention. Tooth flew towards Jack and placed a delicate hand on his shoulder. Slowly, bright blue eyes raised to meet her own browns that flitted across his face.

"Jack… are you okay?" she asked softly, watching as he nodded the affirmative even though he didn't look the least bit fine. "Well, Jack, this is Severus… he's the Reaper of Souls… or, rather, Death."

"Death…? As in Death? I didn't know it… uh he was… real," Jack stared at the man, brows drawn up to his forehead and curiosity taking over his face as he stared at the figure. Like everyone he had seen various pictures of Death and human depictions of the man. Normally they were cloaked skeletons with scythes… compared to the way that humans tended to draw Tooth, North, Bunny, or even him, those pictures were pretty close in resemblance. Death, after all, was very thin, wore a black cloak that shielded all of his body except his hands and his face with the hood drawn back as it was and the utter darkness of his eyes could be seen as empty sockets.

"You didn't think I was real, boy? I am more real than you are and you will do well to remember it," the man sneered at him, his lip curling back and morphing his face into something twisted. He turned on his heel and began to walk away but he paused for a single second, turning his head to cast a sidelong glare at him, "Also, the next time you feel like sticking your nose where it doesn't belong… don't."

Then he was gone with nary a sound, leaving Jack with the feeling that someone had punched him in the gut.

"Jack, don't take personal," North stated kindly and tried to take his mind away the hateful words, "Severus has been around long time and has been feared even longer. Grows shell that makes him seem very, very nasty but he's good on inside, yes?"

"Yeah… no. Don't lie to the guy. Severus is an asshole but everyone just deals with it because he'll never take that hefty stick out of his arse," the wild haired boy said bitterly, bringing attention to his sulking form.

"Crickey, I forgot you were there, kid!" Aster jumped, green eyes widening at the other spirit. The more-human green eyed invisible shrugged with a sly smile, coming closer to the small group. His eyes were sparkling as he looked at each Guardian, taking them in as if for the first time.

"So are you Death's partner or something?" Jack guessed, looking over the other spirit. He had never seen him then again, he hadn't seen Death before today either. Jack idly wondered how many other spirits he had never seen. The twinkle disappeared from his eyes and the boy shook his head with a disgusted snort.

"No, I'm the complete opposite of that bitter git. I give people second chances at life. My name is Harry—Harry Potter before I died but now it's just Harry," the boy held out his hand to the still kneeling winter spirit. Jack smiled brightly and took the offered hand, allowing it to pull him to his feet. Now that he had a look at Severus, he could see that this boy was his opposite with their appearance. This boy was tanned, with bright lively eyes and a quick smile. Harry gave second chances for life rather than ripping it away.

"Now Harry you know Severus's job is very hard and makes lots of stress," North scolded despite the fact that he was gathering him into a joyful hug. Harry let out a small chuckle and allowed the bone crushing hug with little more than an exaggerated groan.

"Oi, mate, its cold out here. Let's get somewhere where my tail won't freeze off," Bunnymund suddenly suggested, bringing his paws to wrap around his imprinted arms in an attempt to bring some warmth. Jack nodded, not cold—he was never cold—but more because he wanted to be as far away from this scene as he could get.

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Pitch entered his home with a tired look upon his face, glowing golden eyes not even glancing around at the familiar settings. He had a calling towards his home and he couldn't put off the feeling any longer. He strode around the darkened palace, ignoring his mares although he was still slightly pissed that they had turned on him as they had done. If it hadn't been for his own willpower to not be consumed by more darkness… well, let's just say the fear he had planned for those children would have been nothing than what his mares would have done to him, the embodiment of fear.

"Hello," a velvet voice drawled out from the darkness. Pitch knew that he should have been surprised that the man was in his home but there was something in the back of his mind that could feel the other, shorter male. It was probably the same thing that had summoned him from his duties like a soul deep connection—no! The boogeyman swallowed hard but discreetly and steeled his spine. He would not give in, he had sworn to himself those years ago that he would never give in ever again and he wouldn't.

No, he wouldn't.

"It seems that you have once again invited yourself into my home, Death," Pitch stated, raising a single brow as he gazed down at the onyx eyed entity. A brief look of confusion and even hurt appeared on Death's face before it disappeared just as quickly. Pitch sneered at the pale man, his resolve hardening. Of course he would be confused, Pitch never called him 'Death' even when he was very angry with him just as the man hardly called him any of those monikers that mortals had given him.

"It seems that in my absence, you lost what little mind you once possessed, Boogeyman," Severus countered mockingly in that damning way that normally provoked both anger and lust. However, this time it was only anger that raced through Pitch's body and it took every ounce of willpower to not simply command his Mares to attack. Sev (no, that bastard's name was Death!) did not have the right to speak of his defeat or his mission! He didn't have the right to say a word to him after leaving him with his mocking fears that all came true.

"You left me for eighty years and you think by showing your face that you will be in my good graces once more or that my sheets will peel back for you to slither your way inside?" Pitch spat, spittle nearly landing on the smaller. This did not seem to affect the other except for the spirit raising a brow and tilting his head curiously as though he did not understand why Pitch spoke to him as he did. Death reached out, long, pale fingers stretched wide as though he were desperate for Pitch to grab onto the slim digits that were oh-so close. The mares behind Pitch neighed out a warning, bucking upwards in a threatening show as Pitch's emotions commanded them. Severus sneered at the beasts and gave an eye roll that stated just how intimidated he was although he did stop reaching for the other.

"These theatrics are not necessary for you know that your mares can do me little harm, Kozmotis," the man cast another sneer at the bucking mares. Pitch curled his own lips but did not contradict the man's words. S—Death had been around for a long, long time. Pitch was sure that the man was even older than he and the Man in the Moon and with that time he spent alive, he grew in power. There wasn't much that could put a scratch on him much less kill him outright because Death would always be believed in. Severus would never have the fear that someday, no one would believe in him, that he'd be forgotten and tossed to the side like some ratty old sock.

"Do not use that name. You lost that right eighty years ago. Now get out," Pitch ordered tightly before the man could begin to use his voice in a way that was only beneficial for Sev—Death. The dark spirit stared at him with those demonic onyx eyes for a long time, not moving to leave or to say anything. Pitch did not allow the hurt and murderous rage to show on his face but how he wanted to punch the invisible in front of him, to knock him to the ground and spit on his very soul as he had done to Pitch.

"You do not want me…?" Death finally asked, blinking very slowly. The Nightmare King scoffed loudly and sneered down at the man who was darker than he. He would not allow the other to play the victim when it was he that was wronged. In fact, he refused to play any of these games any longer.

"It was you that did not want me now leave my sight!" Pitch growled out between sharp teeth. Severus smirked and stepped forward, ignoring the fact that the younger mythical creature stepped away from him just as fast.

"Are you quite sure that you wish for me to leave?" he purred out, reaching forward with a long fingered, white hand. The gray skinned male flinched away and immediately beckoned his mares forward to attack Death in a reflex of feeling threatened. Severus's onyx eyes widened almost comically in his shock but Pitch didn't take time to insult or laugh. Instead he vanished in a show of black sand, going to the first and only place he knew that Severus would not follow him.

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The Guardians and Harry blinked at the sudden appearance of the shadow-like being that soon turned into a solid person. North spat his eggnog all over one of his elves in his shock, Tooth let out a gasp, and Bunnymund almost fell out of his chair. Harry did a double take then noted the gray skin and the spiked hair, recognizing that it was not Severus but someone else.

"Who are you?" Harry asked curiously, snatching up another cookie from the plate, nibbling on it even as the other Guardians got into defensive postures. The gray skinned man wasn't paying any attention. Instead he was focusing on pacing violently and hissing in a language that was so old that it no longer existed although Tooth seemed to recognize it for she blushed bright red and ducked her head at the sailor talk falling from the usually calm and collected myth.

"That insufferable, arrogant bastard!" the creature finally ended his hisses in English. He took several breaths to calm himself and finally seemed to notice the Guardians that seemed five seconds away from launching themselves at him. A snort and a disgusted head shake reminded Harry firmly and disturbingly of Severus.

"Oh please, if I wanted to attack you, you would all be on the ground," the man sniffed. The Guardians glanced amongst each other and three shifted although their guards were not quite lowered as the robed man started his pacing once more but at a sedated pace.

"?" the Guardian of Dreams asked silently, the most suspicious of the newcomer to the point that he hadn't even put away his weapons or shifted from his fighting stance. It was obvious that this man was on Sandman's hate list which made Harry want to know who this man was even more so than before. He hadn't even known that anyone could bring hatred out of the wise Sandman.

"What are you doing here, Pitch?" Bunnymund demanded less silently, green eyes narrowed and fingers tight around his boomerang, itching for the other to make a wrong move.

"Pitch…?" Harry hummed to himself as he tried to figure out as to why that name was so familiar. He had heard it from someone, he was sure of it. He furrowed his brows in agitation as he tried to figure out who the man was. Pitch still hadn't snapped out of his angry pacing and was once more muttering to himself.

"!?" Sandman stomped his foots angrily as he repeated his question, still silent. Harry gazed at the silent little man and finally snapped his fingers. It was so obvious!

"You're the Boogeyman, Pitch Black!" Harry pointed at said Boogeyman. Yes, yes, this man was the polar opposite of Sandy which was really obvious just appearance wise. The grey skinned man glanced at him, his eyes saying that he was quite the idiot, much like the look that Severus gave him on a nearly daily basis.

"I would have hoped that you associated yourself with higher company, North. This one is obviously an idiot," Pitch sneered, bringing his facial expression to life with his cutting words.

"Are you sure you're not just Severus with different clothes?" Harry pouted, folding his arms. Wasn't the Bringer of Death just saying the same thing to Jack Frost? The Nightmare King suddenly slammed his fist into the table, shocking several elves into running around until they all ran head first into each other.

"Don't mention that bastard in my presence!" he roared before turning in a magnificent whirl that sent his robes flying upwards to show his black pants and heavy black boots then he was stomping out of the sitting room which showed that he was truly angry for the spirit normally never set foot on the ground, instead choosing to float at least an inch off if not more. The room fell into silence although they could hear the uprising and panicking elves jingling outside as they probably ran away from the boogeyman.

"Am I the only one that's confused?" Jack finally broke out, running hand through his white locks.

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To Be Continued

It'll get better as I go along…?