Chapter 2

A/N Merry Christmas! I am so happy with the response from the first chapter! I got a question from an anon about why I couldn't make Harry Jack's little brother and I just wanted to let you all know that I am attempting to preserve the general idea from Drogo's first chapter. This doesn't mean that I won't make changes but I want to save what I liked about the original. I hope this answers any questions you all might be having about my changes!


Viktor was distressed for his family! The Krum family had been in charge of Gabrovo's famed Puppet Theater since Viktor's father had been taken on as an apprentice. The usually booming tourist trade had fallen to the harsh winter every year but as March wore on the cold refused to die down. 13 years of winters taught Viktor that this was extremely irregular, and the townsfolk were all abuzz with the miracle it would take to resurrect the town after the cold finally ceased. It was Viktor's mother who had begun blaming Jokul Frosti for their plight and the word quickly caught. Bulgaria might be the only country that still believes in the old legends from childhood to their adult years, the mischief making snow spirit being one of them. Viktor was actually headed to the forest to chop down more firewood for his family when he first saw the apparition. He appeared to the thirteen year old as a young boy no older than eight or nine years, and initially it was this which captured Viktor's attention.

"Do you need help child?" Viktor made his voice soft and mild to avoid alarming the little boy.

"No one has offered me help since I woke up! They don't even seem to see me! Poor Freak! Why do you see me and none of the other can?" The baleful eyes of the child peered out through a midnight black fringe," Why can't I remember my other name? It's just Jack and Freak in here." The chilling words were accompanied with a soft tap to his head from the long wooden staff in his hand.

"You shouldn't be out her alone! Jokul Frosti has been brutal to us this year! Come back with me!" Viktor was truly worried now. The boy, Jack, had called himself Freak twice now, why would such a young boy have such a name. The older boy wanted nothing more than to bundle the pale spectre up in his jacket to warm him up.

Jack frowned at the older boy, "I haven't been cruel... Have I?" He cocked his head to the side as though listening. "Yes, I suppose I should move on. Well then, I suppose this is goodbye for now. I'll see you next winter!" Then he sprung into the air and flew away.

Viktor rubbed blearily at his eyes, "Yes a hallucination! Surely he was just a hallucination!" But when he brought up the encounter in front of his mother she told him that he had met Jokul Frosti in his listless stumbling. No amount of reassurance from Mr. Krum would assuage his wife's fear. She believed that the snow spirit had marked her son for death or some such nonsense, but then only days after the spectre's strange departure the winter broke. Tourists began to flood the town as summer came down hard and fast. The Krum family become busy quickly with Viktor's tutoring, the Puppet Theatre, and the Little Sister on the way. The pale, little vision was quickly forgotten by all but the 13 year old Bulgarian.


In Scotland Jack was attending to an overdue blizzard as the Man In the Moon whispered admonishment in his ear!

"You mustn't get off schedule, no lingering little one or you will hurt you're new friend and his family. Humans need food and food needs warmth to grow little one."

And so the boy who used to be Harry Potter vowed to never miss another transition.


About a hundred miles away from the place where Jack had settled to force winter onto the country Hogwarts shivered in pleasure and embraced the chilly magic of it's favourite students' combined magic and love.