Chapter 3
Jack Frost

"Jackson Overland Frost," I heard Professor Turner call during Defense Against the Dark Arts class that morning. "Oh a new student this year!"

"Present," I said raising my hand, "and Professor, I've been in your class for the past five years, and every time you call roll, you ask if I'm a new student."

"No," he flipped through some papers on his desk then looked back up sheepishly. "So you have." He set the papers down and continued on with his roll. "Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third."

"Present," a high pitched voice sounds behind me. I turn to see the kid I tripped yesterday. I smile and wave to him only to receive a scowl in return. Good to know someone notices me. In five years, I have played countless pranks and jokes, yet nobody seems to recall knowing me.

"Astrid Hofferson," Turner said.

"Here," she said in her traditional pissed off tone. He went on and as usual everyone was here.

"Today's lesson is on boggarts, physical representations of what we fear the most, even if we don't realize it. This creature goes deep into our own subconscious, to the deep recess of our mind and personifies the fear it finds. This boggart we will be using is a new breed, it projects our fears so only we can see it, making it more surreal. In your OWLs this year, you will put up against your worst nightmares and be faced with a greater test than any of you will see again." He pulled out the chest and told us "ridiculous is the counter spell, think of your happiest memories when casting it."

We went down a line, Anna, Aster, so on so forth, then it was me. Everyone else seemed to conquer the boggart easily so when I walked up I was ready. I was the only wizard to use a staff, making me sort of odd, but I could channel more magic that way.

"Ready?" Turner asked me.

"Yeah." I said readying my staff. He opened the chest back up and my fear ensued.

Darkness, just plain darkness, everything was dark. Through the dark, vast void there was laughter and talking, suddenly I was surrounded by a crowd.

"What do you see?" Turner asked. His voice muffled as if I was underwater.

"A crowd, their just walking a-" someone walked straight through me, then another and another.

"Poor Jack," I heard a voice above the others, a scarily calm voice ringing in my ears. "I know your fear, that no one will ever notice you, and worse than that, you fear you'll never know why."

"Ridiculous!" I shouted pointing my staff at him, no avail. He let out a harsh laugh.

"Oh, don't you know Jack, you don't have any happy memories left," in a rage I sot ice beams after his laughter, to no avail. Voices started ringing through my head "nobody believes in you" "alone" every word turning my stomach.

"Get out of my head!" Suddenly there were images, fire, chaos, death, destruction, and myself standing in the midst of it all laughing, my eyes looked yellow. I screamed terrified of the sight, bloodied images at every turn, because of me.

Everything went silent, then suddenly, there was a light I looked up and there was a full moon. It was so big and so bright, and it sort of melted away the darkness and suddenly, I wasn't afraid. It was if in that moment, nothing existed except the light.

Suddenly I was back in the room, students surrounding me looking worried. Around me there was ice everywhere, from my spells. "Frost!" Professor Turner shouted running over, he stopped as I turned to look at him "Y-y-our hair. It's white."

"From fear," I heard Hiccup, recognizing his voice. "It turns your hair gray if it is scary enough, but not that color, that is like snow, way too light colored."

"Really, not now." I said shaking looking up at him.

"Oh," Hiccup said, but it wasn't his voice, it was the voice from the illusion. "What's the matter Jack, not having any fun?" I snapped at his voice and pounced on Hiccup, punching him repeatedly. He pushed me off and as I tried to go back in, he beat me to it with a punch to the jaw.

"Enough!" Turner shrieked. "Both of you detention, all week, go to the headmaster's office now!"

I rubbed my jaw and picked up my staff, Hiccup following.