A/N: I've noticed that my stories has kind of the same.. concept? Always Dumbledore bashing, they have to hide and Harry is this mistreated little doll. No more I say! Well ... to some extent.
I hope you'll like this story! And as always this story will probably contain grammar mistakes and miss usage of the english language in terms of spelling. - and i apologize in beforehand.
Disclaimers: i don't own the original movie / books or the characters overall only the plot and the OCC-..ness?
- also this is a male x male fic, though i don't understand why you would have thought differently..
Parings: Harry Potter x Jack Frost.
Bring me warmth but cold kisses.
Harry didn't like the heat, it always reminded him of the summers he had to spend at his relatives. The long days outside without any water or food, digging in the garden, mowing the lawn or running away from his fat cousin and his gang that was pestering him by playing 'Harry hunting'.
But Harry liked the warmth, he liked how the spring sun caressed his body with care, how it wakes up the earth from it's sleep and brings new life and growth. Although he couldn't deny it, winter was his favourite.
He wasn't necessarily the biggest fan of the cold but it had always comforted him in some sense. He liked to think of it as a blanket that putted everything to rest, the season of sleep. It was as if during winter everything had a chance to just rest and regain energy for the fallowing seasons.
He liked the winter frost in the morning and the holidays they would celebrate, his first Christmas in the castle would always be one of his favourite memories but also a reminder that he was all alone. Sure, sometimes he would have Ron and Hermione to stay with him in the castle during the holiday, sometimes he even got invited to stay with the Weasley's but there was always a nagging feeling of not belonging.
It was December 16th and Harry was still laying in his bed, the dorm was cold and empty except for Harry. He was the only one in Gryffindor to stay behind this year and although he knew he wasn't forgotten he felt alone. Hedwig, his long term companion and best friend, was usually always there to bump him out of his self destructive or negative thoughts but was forbidden to enter the dorm due to allergies and what not.
Ron had always been sensitive about the subject of Harry referring his owl as his best friend instead of him but Harry wouldn't budge one bit, Hedwig had been there for him through everything and always stayed, never left him and showered him with support when times got hard.
Ron on the other hand was hot headed, had a very short temper and got jealous easily. Harry loved him to bits but even though he was his first friend he couldn't replace the title he'd given Hedwig no matter how much he wanted to please Ron. Hermione and Ron was so much alike even though they had their own quirks, Hermione was smart but just as hard to work with as Ron, she was wonderful and funny but just as short tempered and easily offended as the red head.
Harry usually compared them as a married couple, they complemented each other even though Harry felt as if he was unsafe near them.
He had noticed how they sometimes distanced themselves from him time to time, whispering and casting glances. At first he thought they were concerned for him but after awhile it became suspicious and Harry didn't need to feel unsafe at school too, even though it was an entirely different reason.
Harry sighed as he got out of bed, heading towards the bathroom to soak himself in the tub. The castle was colder then usual during the winter and even though he didn't mind it he needed his muscles to relax.
He didn't know when he stopped referring the castle as his home. It must have been after the third year when Sirius and Remus bumped into his life. He hadn't talked to them for three months and wondered what their were up too. Sirius was probably hidden somewhere in the order hideout moping while Remus, god knows where he is, was doing the same somewhere else. The last letter he'd gotten from both of them stated that they love him and hoped to see him soon.
He didn't know what to think anymore, as a 15 year old he shouldn't have to go through what he has already endured. He had lived in neglect and abuse all his life and then at the same time battling a bald maniac 'cause a prophecy told him so. It was ridiculous to expect a mare child to defeat an old mutated snake with knowledge he only could wish to gain.
The only ones with a realistic view over his life span was those who deemed him to die at the end of every year. But of course he was the ''Boy-who-just-won't-die, a famous orphan with a surprisingly large amount of luck. He guessed as the seasons, winter was his time to ''relax'' and regain his energy.
As he got up from the tub he noticed his reflection in the bathroom mirror. His hair was longer then it had ever been in his lifetime, it reached his chest and was currently soaked in water. He had given up on trying to tame it and hide his scar with it since it always did whatever it wanted. Now that it was longer he was able to tame it but his scar was visible for anyone to see, 'why hide it when they already know who you are' had been his thought processes. He had dark circles under his emerald-green eyes, he hadn't sleep well during the month of December, not to mention the previous months, with all the stress it had brought him with the Umbridge woman.
He sighed once more and went to get dressed in his uniform. He knew that he wasn't expected to wear it during the holiday but when you only owned grey-far-too-big cast me downs you wasn't to keen on showing them off.
Harry knew he was short for his age but it had it's advantages, he usually got underestimated a lot which both pissed him of and gave him an opportunity to survive. He guessed it also would have been a lot harder to hide if he'd been as tall as Ron.
He chuckled at the thought of his clumsy friend as he walked out of the common room, he did miss them, miss the old times when they goofed and had fun in front of the fire place with a chessboard and Hermione sitting beside them with her nose stuck between the pages of her far to large book.
But he knew that it was hard with the war going on, everything Hermione read usually had something to either do with Harry or to find a possible clue to one of their quests. Ron avoided him at the times it was most dangerous and only got involved if it was necessary or unintentionally.
He knew the reason they were avoiding him and it wasn't because of Harry but the package he came with. By staying by his side, being the golden trio, they were just as much of a target as Harry. Their preteen life was compromised every second and just as much as Harry was grateful over it he was hurt when they pulled away from him the times it got to be too much for them, an option he himself never could choose.
He decided to skip breakfast and head to the lake instead, he wasn't hungry and if he was lucky Hedwig would fly to him and keep him company for sometime. It was just as cold outside as it was in the corridors, Hogwarts was a magnificent castle itself and he always felt as if part of him would always be left behind. As much as he would love to once again call the castle his home, he couldn't. Home was where you felt loved unconditionally, where you always felt safe no matter the circumstance and where you could just be without any worries about pleasing anyone.
''Where do I belong then?'' Harry voiced his question to the sun, hidden behind clouds but still visible without hurting the eyes. The lake was frozen, not solid but enough to not break if stood on for a minute or two. It was beautiful in the daylight and as his nose turned a slight rose colour from the cold he noticed a unknown presence. He couldn't see anyone but he felt watched. It wasn't unpleasant and didn't give out a threatening feel so he ignored it as best as he could.
He just sat there with his thoughts, back against the large rock with closed eyes. He enjoyed the sounds of the chirping winter sparrows, the soft hoo's from the owls and the playful wind blowing cold air softly thorough his hair giving of a pleasant feeling of peace. He only opened his eyes when he heard the familiar hoo's from his snow white friend.
''Good morning to you too, Hedwig.'' Harry giggled softly as he took the letters that was presented in front of him with a soft hoo. It wasn't something important just a letter from Hagrid who asked if he wanted to come over for a cup of tea this afternoon and one from the headmaster who wished him a merry christmas, seeing as he wouldn't be able to wish him it in person since he was going to travel during the break.
As Harry once again sighed he wondered if it was the only thing he would be doing today. The headmaster, how would he even begin to describe the man. He was tall, thin and very old, judging by the silver of his hair and beard, which were both long enough to tuck into his belt. He was usually wearing long robes, a purple cloak which swept the ground and high-heeled, buckled boots. His blue eyes were light, bright and sparkling behind half-moon spectacles and his nose was very long and crooked, as though it had been broken at least twice.
Dumbledore was well known to the wizarding world as to never be proud or vain; to be able to find something to value in anyone, however apparently insignificant or wretched. But Harry also knew that behind the mans kindness he was very manipulative when it came down to the war and whats best for the greater good.
Harry loved the old man as one would love a grandfather, they weren't as close though but compared to any other adult Dumbledore stood him the closest. You would have thought that Remus or maybe Sirius would be him closest but they hadn't been there, well in person that is to say.
Hagrid though, he was something else entirely. Harry looked up to the half giant as a older, way older brother. He was wise, and thoughtful but also naive and childish. Harry hadn't met anyone other than Hagrid whose heart could be so big and welcoming yet.
Harry didn't have pen on him so he rose to make his way inside to answer his friend that he would be there 3 p.m.
''Come on Hedwig, i'm sure we could sneak you inside the common room!'' Harry laughed when he received a sceptical look from the owl. It never ceased to amaze him how intelligent his best friend was.
What Harry didn't notice was the sparkling blue eyes watching him return to the castle nor the did he notice them fallowing close behind.
A/N: Okay so it's not so hard to guess whom those eyes belong to right? Jack of course! This is going to be sooooo fun to write! I have had this idea for like a week and i MUST post it!
I hope though that you all are as excited as I am for it! I haven't really read many stories with this parring so I hope some of you feel as goofy as I did while writing it!
So is there anyone you'd like to see bashed or am I free to choose as i please?
Now the big question is how will Jack make Harry believe? Read and find out in the next chapter!
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-, See you next time gorgeous ~
