I am recovering very slowly and have determined that if I don't attempt to update this story I will lose interest and plot. None of you want that! So here you go!

(I managed to draw an awesome Hiccup so I think I can do this.)

Warning: Slight crossover with HTTYD.

Enjoy:

Harry woke up on Christmas morning with a sense of excitement and a crick in his neck. He did not mind the slight pain though. His first holiday with Jack and the guardians. He was sure he would never experience anything better than the Christmas that was about to happen. He scanned the room to get his brain moving, still foggy with sleep, and spotted his forgotten book. A small smile stretched across his lips.

The Completed Works of Edgar Allen Poe sat open, pages slightly bent by the position. Jack had groaned at the title and hadn't even bothered to stay awake. He did not care for reading much and loathed poetry, mostly because he could not wrap his brain around the true meaning most of the time. Harry was determined to get him to really listen one day mostly because he liked Jack's awake company while he read. It was always a lonely thing when he read because no one bothered to sit with him while he did it.

Harry sat up fully, jarring Jack a little as he did. The winter spirit merely snorted tiredly and latched onto his leg further. Harry grimaced at the small puddle of drool on his leggings and rolled his eyes. It just figured that Jack was a cuddler. Not that he minded. Well the drool would have to stop but Harry figured that if Jack wanted to cuddle him, he could any time he wanted. Blushing at the thought, Harry frantically searched for something to distract him.

He spotted the Christmas tree, which was undecorated for the time being.

That was a lot of presents. Dudley's voice echoed in his head. 36? But last year I had 37! Well that was nothing compared to this. At least a hundred presents were piled high under the tree, some huge and some tiny but all covered and beautiful wrapping and bows. Every wrapping was different too and Harry could guess from where he was who some of those gifts were for. As he looked, he spotted some that were glaringly obviously not wrapped by the Yetis.

One looked like the entire roll of scotch tape was plastered onto it and another had duck tape closed over the sides. Whoever wrapped that must have run out of paper. He smiled as an old saying popped into his head. It's the thought that counts. And someone obviously thought duck tape did fix everything. Probably Bunny.

Harry looked down at Jacks sleeping form and mourned that he would have to wake him up in order to properly freak out over the presents. He was so cute when he slept! Nonetheless, he began running his fingers through those messy white locks and calling his name. A few minutes of this proved useless, so he tugged slightly at a fly away hair. Jack slapped his hand away as a passing irritation and shifted, increasing his grip on Harry's leg. He huffed and tugged again, harder, but with little effect. Finally, he just got up, hoping Jack would let go. He didn't and Harry nearly met the carpet in a whole new way before he fixed himself and eyed Jack.

The door across the room flew open with a bang as Bunny rushed in, eyes wide as snow flurries danced around him in the cold chill outside before he slammed the door shut once more. Harry beamed and attempted to run to him, pulling a very disgruntled Jack off the couch as he did so. As the King of Winter caught his barrings, Harry glided over to the Easter Bunny and hugged him around the middle. "Bunny! Hi!"

Aster was only caught slightly off guard before he returned the hug, smiling at the excitable little sprite. Jack was now on his feet, still half-asleep but amused as he walked over calmly. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, slightly cursing the only downside to Sandy's Dream Sand. Harry was babbling incoherently about presents and the Christmas tree. He always started talking to fast when he was excited. Jack wondered how a habit like that started.

Tooth arrived next, in through the doors that led to a balcony. A tiny fairy accompanied her this time. Said fairy was immediately in Jacks face, twittering and zooming about in adoration. Harry thought it was too cute. Unknown to him, he had begun a light snowfall, which irked Aster but he did not have the heart to tell him to calm down.

Golden sprinkles of sand announced the arrival of the Sandman, who was startled to find large green eyes looking directly into his own golden ones. He had yet to be informed of the new spirit. It made him a little mad that he wasn't informed, mostly because this spirit was another winter spirit if the growing snowfall was any indication, and he adored season spirits. They were always so light-hearted and free-spirited. Not to mention, this one was cute.

Images flickered over his head as he attempted to find answers, which Jack gave. "This is Harry. We have this… bond… thing and he became a spirit."

Ah. Bonds were very unpredictable that way. It must be under unusually circumstances if the look on Asters face was any indication, though that could just be his irritation at the cold. Sandy prided himself on being the observant one of the group. He still had Harry's full attention so he forms a glittering picture of a group of snowflakes before morphing it into a frowning Bunny's face. He followed this with an arrow pointing toward the ceiling. Harry looked up, confused, before one of his own snowflakes hit his nose.

"Oh!" He exclaimed, turning to Bunny with an apology on his lips. "I'm so sorry! Why didn't you tell me? I would have stopped!"

Aster only shrugged and averted his eyes, not willing to admit that he had allowed it to happen because of the affection he already felt for the spirit. Jack caught his eye and smirked, seeing right through him. Bunny smirked his own, wiggling his brows and gesturing to Harry with a knowing look. Jack blushed and glared, raising his staff and shooting Asters ears. Aster nearly fell over at the weight of the ice on is head but caught himself and Jack snickered quietly to himself. As this was happening, Harry was talking animatedly to Sandy who listened intently as Tooth eyed the fighting boys with exasperated amusement.

Harry suddenly turned back to them and they stood at attention, hands at their sides and smiles stretched over their faces. The little sprite gave them weird looks before slowly turning back to his conversation with Sandy, who shot a knowing look at them over Harry's shoulder. Once Harry's eyes were averted, Aster, not wanting Jack to get the last laugh, shoved him slightly with his elbow. Jack froze that too.

"Hello everyone!" North bellowed from the doors. "Is good you are all here so early! Yetis are needing help with decorations for Party!"

They all groaned except for Harry, who beamed in excitement. He loved decorating! It was something he was forced to do at Christmas time because aunt Petunia couldn't be bothered. He did not mind it though. It was fun, and he always imagined that he was putting the tinsel up with his mother or topping the tree with his father. And occasionally he would imagine that he had little brothers and sisters to decorate the tree with. Petunia had once gotten a compliment on the decorations and Harry had beamed all that night, unable to fall asleep.

North laughed at Harry's excitement. "At least I have one good helper! You are in charge of main room!" He pointed purposefully at Harry before turning to the others. "You listen to him! I have seen his decorations! They are wonderful!"

"Everything is wonderful to you…" Aster mumbled.

"Do not mumble… it is not becoming."

Three hours later saw the three exhausted guardians staring in awe. Staring at the most beautiful tree they had seen yet. North and Harry had teamed up to decorate it. Sometimes Harry would flit down and shove an ornament into Jack's hand before dragging him off to the tree from his original task of hanging festive things all over the walls. He only did this once to Aster and the rabbit thought it might have been because Jack had been looking exceptionally moody with twinkle lights wrapped around his shoulders and all over his head.

The only thing missing was the topper.

Harry came in followed by a worried North. The reason for the worry was obvious as Harry struggled under the heavy load of the huge star that would sit atop the tree. He looked determined and Jack thought it was cute when his face scrunched up like that.

When Harry reached them, he slowly lowered the star to the floor, so as not to break it. "Pheh." He wheezed. "Okay, I… seriously need… to gain some muscle…" He panted, eyeing the star in both trepidation and astonishment. "How in Merlin's name does it weigh so much? That is unreal!"

"Is very old." North explained. "They did not use light weight metals at time."

Harry snorted. "I'll say… Jack?"

The older winter spirit whipped his head up, just now tuning into the conversation. "Huh?"

"Could you help me? I'm afraid I might drop it if I try lifting it up that high by myself…"

Jack was mildly confused before he zeroed in on the star at Harry's feet. "Uh… Yeah. Okay sure." He walked forward and bent with Harry, getting a firm grip on the star. They counted, if only to prepare themselves before lifting. "Holy-!" He exclaimed and almost lost his grip. He puffed and shifted to get a better hold. It wasn't so bad, the weight was just surprising. Harry giggled, also adjusting.

They flew up together as the others watched from below. Jack had the wind hold up some of the weight, which helped some. When they got up to the top, Harry was hesitant to place to star. What if the tree couldn't hold this weight? It certainly didn't look like it would. Jack beamed in reassurance and moved so that the star was over the spot it needed to be. With one last deep breathe, they lowered it and let go.

It stayed and Harry sighed in relief. No one could blame him, it was really quite heavy.

Once they were back on the ground, everyone made their way to the sitting area, waiting for their other guests. North explained that most of the spirits came for this Christmas party and that it was tradition to decorate the tree right before, which was why it had not been decorated before Christmas day.

As the other spirits began arriving, Harry tried to identify who they were or what they did. Cupid was pretty easy to spot, although she was not what Harry expected. A young women, probably early twenties, in a shimmering pink, almost white, one strap dress with a sweetheart neckline and a tutu like hem that puffed slightly at the knees. She wore white stockings with little pink hearts but no shoes. Her blond hair fell in large curls to her waist while her bow sat loosely over her shoulder. She carried no arrows.

Next was the groundhog. He was large and grumpy and seemed to have a sort of respect for Jack that was different from the others that was mutual. Harry figured it was because they spent Groundhogs day trying to scare the crap out of one another. When Jack introduced the Groundhog, named Chuck, to Harry, Chuck immediately started cracking jokes about Jack. Harry giggled at the guy's antics and consoled an indignant Jack by cracking a joke about the overgrown mammal under his breath.

Next to meet his gaze was Mother Nature, who everyone called Gaia. She was about middle-aged with a dress made of flowers and vines of all kinds. Her hair held all the colors of summer and her dress the colors of spring. She was surrounded by several little lights of different colors that sped off and returned fast than Harry could blink sometimes. This spirit held control of all the seasons in which Nature held most. She was a little like an older sister to Jack, though she admitted to not really getting along with him.

More and more spirits piled in and introduced themselves and Harry experienced being coddled on more than one occasion. The last one to arrive was the spirit of Autumn, who apologized profusely for being late. He was a scrawny teen, a little older than Jack on both accounts, with auburn hair that was a little long and fell just passed his ears. Freckles littered his face in abundance and he had emerald green eyes which he was determined to convince Harry was a fluke. He said his name was Henry.*

Harry spotted Cupid gesturing wildly at him, trying and failing to be subtle as she jostled a spirit next to her. The man glared and walked off, almost seamlessly shifting into the appearance of an adolescent boy. Cupid rolled her eyes as Harry finally reached her. "Father Time." She said, throwing her thumb over her shoulder. "He's a bit of a Grinch. Most people are still high on Christmas by the time New Year rolls around, which is where his son his supposed to shine."

"Ah…" Harry nodded in understanding. "Well, what is it, Cupid?" He didn't mean to sound rude but Jack and Henry and gotten into an argument over the pros and cons of Sith and Jedi and Harry was intrigued. Jack was obviously a Jedi fan while Henry leaned towards Sith. Harry couldn't fathom why the spirits even knew Star Wars but figured they were the youngest and most in tune with the kids. Well other than Harry.

"Well that isn't a very nice tone…" She said in way of a reprimand. "I've got a job in southwest Oklahoma that I need to do and was wondering if you would accompany me? I usually have my helpers but I gave them the day off in hopes that no one would find their true love today. I guess I was mistaken."

Harry smiled widely. "Sure! Just let me tell Jack!" And he took off, interrupting the escalating argument. "Jack!"

"Huh?" He asked, taking his intense gaze off of Henry. "What?"

"Cupid is taking me with her to her job for a little bit, okay?"

Jack lurched forward and grabbed his arm before Harry could run off again. "Wait what?"

Harry sighed. "Cupid needs someone to go with her on a job and asked me."

"Oh. Alright then, just make sure your back before the party ends." He turned back to Henry. "Jedi are better. Your argument is invalid."

"Oh!" Henry exclaimed. "You sir, are playing a dangerous game! There will be consequences!"

"I'll take my chances."

Harry shook his head in amusement before back tracking to Cupid, who waited patiently. "Ready, Puppy love?"

Harry sputtered, getting embarrassed. Cupid chuckled before grabbing hold of his arm and reaching into a small pouch at her side. She blew a pink dust into the air and several Guardians watched as the two were whisked away by a force only Cupid understood.

When Harry was able to stand properly, he took in his surroundings. They were in the backyard of a house in a small suburban area. Two children played together, two girls and they were playing tag. The smaller one was winning, being faster and the other was complaining aloud. "Jessie, come on! Slow down a bit!"

Jesse turned back for only a second and laughed joyously. "This is tag, Mai! I can't just slow down!"

"Yes you can!"

Harry chuckled at them and turned to Cupid, wondering what happened next. She took her bow from her shoulders and mimed notching an arrow, pulling back the string as golden smoke flowed around them. Then smoke was just beginning to take shape when she loosed the imagined arrow. A flash of gold smoke shot out and split becoming two arrows. One pierced the smaller right over the heart while the other landed just shy of the heart.

Cupid winced.

"What?" Harry asked in slight apprehension. "What happened?"

Cupid sighed. "I missed the heart, which means the relationship is gonna be rocky for a bit. They will still fall madly in love and grow old together but it'll be a rough start…"

"Oh…" Harry observed the children for a little longer before turning back to the spirit of love. "Will I ever fall in love?"

"I've already shot you three times…" Cupid chuckled. At Harry's started look, she continued. "Once with a crush, once with puppy love, and then finally with true love."

"Uh who…?" Harry began but trailed off, already knowing. Of course he already knew. The only person he loved that way was the only person it could be. He thought back to the golden arrows. Had Jack seen them? Probably not… Cupid had said she could make herself invisible to spirits when they were first introduced.

"I think you already know." The children laughed again and cupid smiled. "No matter what gender or race two people are, love is fair as is death. Love does not discriminate. Only people."

"Truer words have never been spoken…" Harry sighed before latching to her arm dramatically. "Now take me back so that I may shower my love with hugs and inane babble."

Cupid laughed loudly and blew more dust into the air, taking Harry back to the party. They returned to the strange sight of Chuck and Jack chugging eggnog while Bunny, North, and Henry cheered them on. Jack won the obvious race and slammed his cup down, striking a victory pose. "I have defeated this mighty beast!"

Chuck yelled indignantly while Bunny and North laughed uproariously. Jack spotted Harry and flew to his side, only slightly dazed from a little too much eggnog. "Harry!" He yelled, pulling him into a half hug. "Let's sing a song!"

"A song, Jack?" Harry asked in nervousness. "I think you are a little drunk…"

"Psssh! I don't get drunk! I just like your voice!"

"Uh huh…"

"Come on!" Jack whined a little, bouncing and bringing his other arm around to finish the hug. Harry giggled as Jack smiled goofily at him. Suddenly, Jack's smile morphed into a mischievous smirk and he locked his arms tightly around Harry's waist. "How about the Badger song?"

Harry's eyes widened and he began to struggle furiously. "NO! Jaaack! Don't you dare!"

Jack's smirk only widened as he prepared to belt to most annoying song he knew. Harry wiggled his hand up and slapped it over Jacks mouth, receiving a slobbery cold lick for his trouble. Harry recoiled in disgust. "Oh sick! Jack!"

The other guardians watched as the two obviously in love spirits bantered. Cupid was watching with adoration, seeing as her element was almost suffocating.

Harry wiped his hand on Jacks hoody. Jack was, indeed, singing the Badger song and just before he came to the second mushroom go around the younger spirit spotted something above their heads. Mistletoe.

Harry has never been more thankful for Jacks odd decoration placements nor would he be thankful for it ever again.

Harry took a deep breath before grabbing Jacks front and pulling him down into a kiss. And even though Jack was partially inebriated, it was the most incredible thing Harry had ever experienced. True love really was a fascinating thing. At first Jack had been wide eyed and unmoving and Harry had stared into his eyes, which were wide astonished icy blue before they glinted light gold and closed. Jack deepened the kiss and Harry took his hands from his jacket and slid them around his neck, pulling him that much closer.

Harry heard a dull them and opened one eye briefly enough to see that Henry had fainted, not expecting what had happened. Harry could taste a hint of eggnog in Jacks breath but it was faint and jack was holding himself pretty good which meant he was not so drunk that he would not remember.

Their magic whirled around them, causing the others to shiver but they were so incredibly warm that it didn't matter. It was just the two of them.

When air became a necessity, Jack pulled back with a gasp of air and rested his forehead against Harry's. His eyes were half-lidded and love shown there and Harry was mesmerized. "You know, I haven't known you a week and I already can't live without you." Harry whispered.

Jack smiled that goofy smile and replied. "What can I say? I'm that awesome…"

"Hmmm."

"Weeell!" A voice rang out over there haze. "If you two are done bein all lovey dovey, can we get to the presents now?"

Cupid glared at Chuck. "Oi! Let them be!"

Chuck just rolled his eyes and Jack smiled over at him, pulling back a little from Harry. "We might as well, I'm dying to see Harry's reaction anyway."

"Reaction to what Jack?" Harry asked nervously. He was hoping that no one would actually give him anything, despite the fact that they had said that they were going to. He had nothing for them.

Jack gave Harry a look. "Your presents, Harry."

"Yes!" North's voice suddenly echoed. "Youngest first!" As he said this, he brought several gifts over as Jack sat Harry at the couch. He dumped them into Harry's lap gently and could tell instantly that he was a bit overwhelmed so he gave a reassuring nod to him before backing away, letting Jack take over. Jack sat beside him and tugged on present up and held it up to eye level. "This is from Tooth."

"Okay…" He gently pried the wrapping back and revealed a small hand mirror engraved with tiny depictions of her mini fairies. "It's a memory mirror. I hardly had time to make anything and this was just laying around and I figured you'd like it to keep tract of people. It will show you the most recent memories of anyone you ask as long as your intentions are pure."

"Thank you." Harry said in astonishment. Another gift found its way into his hand and the unwrapping continued. Sandy had not known so he did not get him anything but he gave him a hug. Bunny gave him another egg, this time with a picture of Jack on it. Jack had created an intricate little necklace of ice made to never melt, which he got a kiss on the cheek for and finally, it was North's gift to be opened. It was larger than the others but not overly so. Harry cautiously pulled the bow and lifted the box lid.

A bear sat among sheets of thin paper of all sort of colors. Its eyes were buttons and its mouth was the in the stitch of a heart. Plaid covered its pads and ears. It was almost an exact replica of the bear sculpture that Harry had fallen in love with in North's office. It was completed though. He rubbed his palm along the impossibly soft fur and smiled as happiness enveloped him. "Wow…"

North smiled smugly. Though he knew Jack would always win the affection in the long run, he was feeling proud of this temporary victory. Jack was a little jealous that North's present was better but Harry was happy so it was okay. Everything would be okay.

He had the greatest gift he could ever ask for right there in his arms and he was never letting go.

Wham bam chicken and ham! What now! What! Now! Sickness can't pull me down forever! CHA!

You guys had better love this chapter for all your worth! This story has felt neglect for lack of updating!

*Yes… Henry is based off of Hiccup Haddock…

I hope you liked Cupid!

I apologize for errors. I am still recovering and don't realize what I say sometimes…

The last bit is a little rushed, sorry!