The next morning, they were awoken by the refreshing sound of screams that sounded around the castle. Jack smiled as Harry and Ron got up groggily. He hid it though when they looked at him, making his face look as though he were annoyed by the noise.

"Does this normally happen?" Jack asked, knowing that it didn't.

Their door burst open and Dean Thomas rushed in. "You guys! The Phantom Pranksters have struck again!"

"There's more than one? Jack asked.

"Yeah, they signed their names to the prank. They are Hermes, Janus, The Prince, Tinkerbell and Ghost! That's all that we know about them."

"Who did they get?" Harry asked.

"Ravenclaw! The entire Common Room was filled with tripwires and if you triggered on, something would happen. All of the Ravenclaws are now different colors, covered in foam, feathers, glitter, paint, and glue! No one can get it off!" Jack started laughing, and after a moment, the rest of them joined in as well. No one noticed Jack wave his wand, making everything disappear.

Jack dashed down the stairs, joining the twins and Bunny. He gave them a nod and they all headed to the Great Hall. The two girls saw him, but they didn't come over when they saw he had his royal guard around him. Jack was happy when they were finally leaving the school to go to Hogsmeade. He nearly fainted as he went past the Dementors again, but he recovered by the time they were in the carriage. They spent the day in touring around the place, restocking on pranking supplies and getting Harry some Butterbeer as well.

When they got back, Jack handed Harry the Butterbeer, along with some chocolate he had managed to sneak past his brothers. The younger children were in awe with the bats and carved pumpkins, and they all enjoyed the feast. Jack and everyone else forgot about the story Jack planned to tell.

They were stopped when they went back to the Common Room, everyone gathered outside of the portrait hole. "What's the hold up? Did Neville forget the password again?" Jack said as he and the others shoved their way to the front. "Someone get Professor Dumbledore!"

"No need." The man himself said as the students parted for him. Jack could only stare at the tattered canvas of the Fat Lady. "Have Filch search the castle to find her!" Dumbledore ordered.

"You'll be lucky!" Said a cackling voice.

Peeves zoomed over, looking delighted at the sight of wreckage and disaster.

"What do you mean, Peeves?" Dumbledore asked calmly, and Peeves grin faded a little. He didn't dare taunt Dumbledore. Instead, he adopted an oily voice that was no better than his cackle.

"Ashamed, Your Headship, sir. Doesn't want to be seen. She's a horrible mess. Saw her running through the landscape on the fourth floor, sir, dodging between the trees. Crying something dreadful." He said happily. "Poor thing." He added unconvincingly.

"Did she say who did it?" said Dumbledore quietly.

"Oh yes, Professorhead," said Peeves, carrying the air of a large bombshell in his arms. "He got very angry when she wouldn't let him in, you see." Peeves grinned at them, going upside down to stare at them. "Nasty temper he's got, that Sirius Black."

Professor Dumbledore sent them all back to the Great Hall, where they were met with the other houses as well. They were informed that there was to be a search of the castle. Plush, purple sleeping bags appeared everywhere, and they were to told get to bed.

Jack remembered the story he had promised to tell and gathered up the first and second years, telling them that it was time for the story.

"Now, I heard this from Hally Ween herself, but she wrote it down for me as well, so I wouldn't forget." Jack began as he pulled out a thin book. He began to read.

"To my young friend, Jack Frost, who helped me write this down, and who listened to a stranger's tale with an open mind and heart. Thank you. Here is the story of how I met you, and of how I told you my story.

It was a night like any other, late in the winter. The snow sparkled pleasantly against the pitch black sky, and there were no clouds, for once. The full moon shone down, adding even more beauty to the snow. White was everywhere, as I took my usual walk through the woods that lay around my humble cabin that I presided in.

A noise, like a wolf howl, came to my attention, but that it could not be, for there were no wolves where I lived. It must have just been the wind. I shrugged my shoulders and continued my walk, my pace a bit faster than it was before. The sound came again. "AWWWWOOOOOOO!"

The noise had me going quite a bit faster, but this time, it was towards the noise. I pulled out my knife, ready to put the poor beast out of its misery, for it could only be in pain to warrant such noise! I paced only ten feet when I saw it.

The strange being was definitely a wolf, with deep black eyes that shone with untold knowledge.

Next to it was but a child, who seemed to be taking comfort in the beast. His hair was a gleaming white, and eyes were ice blue. The child wore nothing but a blue sweatshirt over jeans, and his feet were bare.

The beast made the noise again, and the wizard boy, for no one had that color of hair, not unless through magic, seemed rather perplexed and stressed by it. I heard him speak in the strange dialect that the beast used, but I could not fathom what was said.

I crept closer and called out, wondering what they were doing, for wizard or not, it was still but a child, twelve at the most. "Are you okay, child?"

The boy's head went up, much like a startled dog's would, and he nodded. "Miss, what are you doing in the woods at night?" I looked at him-"

"Hally, could you knock off the old speak? Jeez, we're not in the 18th century anymore!" Jack asked, looking exasperated.

"Fine," Hally snapped, continuing the story as though she had not been interrupted.

"I looked at him, and thought, 'He is barefoot in the middle of nowhere, with snow on the ground, and he's asking me what I'm doing here?' "I always walk out at night. It helps me think." He looked like he was surprised by my answer, but he just nodded, probably because it was true.

"Well, my name is Jack, Jack, what's yours?" He seemed to be warming up to me, but the beast that keeping him company was keeping either of us from coming closer to each other.

"My name is Hally, Hally Ween. Why are you out here, aren't you cold?" Jack gave an amused chuckle, before shaking his head.

"I am a little different. I don't feel the cold. You are the first to see me in a while. I am alone, but for the wolf pack here. This is their alpha. His name is Moonless Night."

The beast reared it's head and made that erie noise that had drew me to this place. The boy gave another chuckle. I found myself willing to give up my secret that I had kept with me for centuries. "Jack, may I tell you my story?" His eyes looked at me, and they sparkled with delight, as though I had just asked him if he wanted to fly."

"Long ago, too many years to count, I was born. On the night of my fourth birthday, my father was killed by the demons that haunted our town. It was October, late in the month, when the demons came again, years later. It was actually just shy of sixteen years. They would come and swoop up the children that did not get inside fast enough. We had lost every child, well all but me. I was a teenager when they took me, but not for long. I was due to turn twenty on the 31, the last day of the month. No one thought that the demons would take me. So it came as a complete surprise when, a week from my birthday, I stayed out just a little after dark. I was swooped up by a winged fiend, whose teeth alone could give you nightmares, so badly kept, black and rotting as they were.

I fought to get away and tried to scream for help, but the demon clamped his hand over my mouth and silenced me. He knocked me on the head, and blackness overcame my senses. When I awoke, I was flying over high mountains, their jagged peaks close enough to touch. I should have been cold, as high as we were, but the demon had warmth that shone like the sun in spring coming from it, so I was actually very comfortable, if I ignored the fact that I was thousands of feet up in the air, probably on the way to my death. Hours went by, scenery changing from mountains to forest, to finally a horrific black volcano. Smoke spilled from the opening in its opening, causing me to cough as we dove into it.

I was taken to to a set of cages, and before my eyes, I saw some of the missing children, none of them moving. They weren't hurt, as much as I could see, but they looked as though their souls had been taken from them, or at least they had been broken. They shrunk back from the door to the cages, eyes widening in fear from the demon that held me. I fought with renewed strength to break free, to save the children. The oldest couldn't have been older than you." I paused and looked at the boy, whose eyes were wide. "'The spirit that keeps you fighting will be gone soon,' the vile monster said, voice grating on my ears like nails on a chalkboard. I was flung into the cages, and left there, to do what I could only assume was wallop in my own misery.

But I did not, instead I questioned the children of what had happened here. They told me that the demons had taken each of them to their king, a horrendous demon that had blood red eyes. The Demon King was looking for an heir, to take over the kingdom after him. The children before them had changed into monsters as well, He wanted someone to control the demons, and one not easily swayed by other. As I processed this information, a demon came to the cages.

"New girl, you're wanted by the king. Come." The demon seemed almost sorry for me as I was pulled from the cage. I was lead by an escort of demons to the throne room. The room was lit up with carved pumpkins, candles flickering inside, almost beating like hearts. My eyes rested upon the king, who was not as the children described. Yes, his eyes, were red, but he reminded me of my father. His hair was ebony and cut short, styled away from his angelic face. His skin was tanned, and crow's wings were set upon his back, making him look like a fallen angel.

My parents left a book out that described a being like this. "Satan, why do you keep innocent children here? They have done nothing wrong for them to have to see such frightening sights." He looked surprised by my outburst, but he smiled, none the less.

"Dear child, can you tell me your name? Someone who is brave enough to speak against the Demon King is worthy enough to be my heir. Not like those other pathetic children who only cowered in fear, whimpering like dogs who have failed to please their master. So that is how I keep them, the poor things, too afraid to move. There fear is what feeds us, the demons of the night, and no one who goes into the demons lair and come back."

"Then I, Hally Ween, refuse your offer to be your heir, because I would be ashamed to know someone who can be so cruel to children."

A sly grin parted his face, and his voice was smooth as glass as he said, "You care for the children, then? Then I will make a deal with you. Be my heir, and no harm shall come to them. They shall be treated like royalty, but not freed. They can never leave, for they have eaten demon food, so they slowly change to demons themselves. Or you can refuse, go back to the cages, and left to either starve or eat the demon food yourself. If you die, I bring you back to life, and you will be my heir anyways, you eat the food, then you become a demon and become my heir anyways. No matter what you do, you will be my heir."

I thought about his offer, then about the children. I would stay with the children, get them through the change from child to demon. Make them laugh, to fear less. "I choose to go back to the children, who don't deserve to be alone while they are forced to change into something they fear."

The king nodded and led me himself to the cages, looking at me sadly, "Dear child, I wish you had not chosen this way. You could have had a painless change, but now, no path you take will be painless." I simply ignored him and went to comfort a crying child, who had leathery wings growing rapidly from her back. On to another boy with horns coming from his head, and another, turning into a leathery harpie.

Days I stayed with them , eating only a small biscuit. The pain for me only was bearable as the children saw me going through the same changes as them. Wings as angelic as the king's sprouted from my back. They were as black as night, ebony reminders of what I was to come. Soon, demons came and took the children, no turned demons, away from the cages. I was left without the comfort that I had given the children. I gave the children comfort from the pain, but I was alone, left to myself. My skin tanned and my hair changed from light blond to a deep, endless black, and though I had no mirror to see my reflection, I knew my eyes had changed as well.

Days of agony I went through to become this, then days more until someone came to me. The king himself. He looked very pleased with my transformation as he led me to the throne room, complimenting me as a father would a talented daughter. He presented me to his court and they clapped as they looked upon the king's heir.

"Meet my daughter, Hally Ween, the heir to the throne. As I retire tonight, she gains immortal life, because for the first time in time, I am giving this brave girl an immortal soul, for she stood against the Demon King, and did not back down." He placed a crown of precious gems upon my head. I turned around to face him, but the Demon King was gone, not in presence, but in character. The King was no more, replaced with a proud, surrogate father that he had reminded me of as I first looked upon him. He blew a breath of air upon my brow, and I was given immortal life. The date was my Birthday. My birthday, my death day, whatever you wish to call it. Most just call it Halloween."

Jack closed the book and looked at the crowd. The shadows had danced to his words, forming the pictures to the story. They children had flinched back when they first started, then began to ooh and ahh whenever one particularly good picture formed. The children's reaction had drawn the older kids to the story as well, and it seemed as though all of the children were now gathered around.

"Wow, Jack! Did you REALLY meet Hally?" One of the younger ones asked.

Jack just smiled at them before speedily hitching a ride with Peeves up onto a rafter. He grinned down at them, "You just have to believe." He said mysteriously as lightning flashed omnisciently over their heads. People shrieked and huddled in groups, looking around them for demons that would take them. Jack gave out a cackling laugh, signalling the others to begin as well. Soon the entire hall echoed with cackling laughter as the rafters shook and trembled. Finally, the teachers ordered them off to bed.

Jack sighed as he laid on the rafter, perfectly comfortable lying there. As long as Hally didn't show up that night and scare him off of it, then he would be fine sleeping right here. He did so, waking up feeling refreshed. He had overheard the night before Snape warning Dumbledore that Lupin could have helped him, but he was dismissed, much to his delight.

Jack groaned and sat up, glad to see that everyone else was awake and that the tables were all back now. Many people were eating and whispering about how Black could have gotten in. One girl swore that he was an animagus and could transform into a potted plant. Jack laughed at that, knowing that someone couldn't shapeshift into a plant! He had tried to before. He had been stuck as a butterfly for a whole day! Not something he wanted to repeat anytime soon.

Jack looked across from him and realized that Bunny and the twins had fallen asleep in the rafters as well. Jack leapt carefully across, waking them each up gently, so as not to have them fall to their untimely deaths. Jack caught the flutter of paper that fell from Fred's pocket, looking at it carefully. It looked like an old piece of spare parchment, but Jack could feel the magic that it possessed.

Jack leaped back onto his own rafter and looked carefully at it. He tapped it with his wand, and nothing happened. "Hello?" Jack whispered quietly to it. He almost dropped it when the paper lit up with writing.

Hello. Who are you? The parchment wrote in a hand Jack hadn't seen before.

"Jack. Jack Frost." He said. "Who are you?"

We are the Muarders, Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs. Another phantom hand wrote.

How did you come across this parchment? The first one wrote.

"It fell out of Fred's pocket." Jack said, wondering why he was answering a piece of paper.

Fred Weasley? Ah yes, he and his brother were the ones that found us after we left Hogwarts. A third hand wrote. It looked suspiciously like Professor Lupin's handwriting.

"Remus Lupin?" Jack asked.

There was a pause, then the same hand wrote again. Yes?

"I'm guessing you're Moony." Jack said. "Did you know that you are a professor at Hogwarts now?" Jack asked, feeling less silly now that he knew the people were real.

Ha! I told you, Moony! I told you! A new hand wrote, more of a scribble than anything else.

Enough, Wormtail. The very first hand wrote. Do you want to know our secret, Jack Frost?

Say I solemnly swear I am up to no good and tap this with your wand. When you are done, say mischief managed.

"I solemnly swear I am up to no good." Jack said, tapping it. The words disappeared and they were replaced by the words: Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs Proudly Present The Marauders Map. The paper began to fill in with an exact map of Hogwarts, complete with where every person was in the school. He quickly memorized it, exsatic to find the secret passageways that were hidden in plain sight.

"Thank you." Jack said before making the map disappear and leaping back over to Fred. "Hey! Fred! You dropped this!" Jack said, giving it back to him. "You know, Harry was pretty upset with having no way to get to Hogsmeade without getting caught. Maybe you should help him?" Jack said, giving Fred a meaningful look. It was a silent promise that the secret was safe. Fred nodded to him. Jack grinned and promptly flipped off of the rafter, landing gracefully in a roll on the ground. Fred, George, and Bunny all looked down at him worryingly. He waved at them.

He ignored their calls as he walked out of the halls, pausing to ask Peeves to get them down in an hour. It was Sunday, after all. They didn't have to worry about the owls coming and knocking them off.

He wandered the halls until he hit something solid. He looked around, but he saw nothing. There was a sneeze to hit right, and Jack had the wind blow forcefully past him. A cloak blew into the air, revealing Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

Jack caught the cloak and handed it back to Harry. "Don't take up the entire hallway next time," he advised. They nodded silently as Jack continued walking. He had seemed almost… mad that they had been hiding under an invisibility cloak, being invisible in general, really. They shrugged to each other and continued to the Common Room. They had simply been practising sneaking around unnoticed. They followed Jack's advice and stuck to the sides of the corridor, having no more incidents.

Jack ducked as he felt the Wind give him a warning, one hour later. He grinned and turned to face the Twins and Bunny. Another thing flew his way, and Jack reached and snatched it easily out of the air. He looked at it and raised his eyebrows. "Really? A water balloon filled with ink? That's the best you can do?" Jack mocked.

More of them began to come at him, but Jack would either just dodge around them or throw them back with scary accuracy. Hit after hit, throw after throw, his advisories slowly became… maroon? And Gold? They looked like walking mascots for Gryffindor. Jack had yet to be hit. Suddenly, the balloons stopped being thrown, finally having run out. Jack smirked at them, completely untouched.

"Are you guys done?" Jack asked, slightly annoyed now. They shook their heads and grinned at him. Jack realized that he was at the edge of where stairs were supposed to be, and HAD been, until they moved. He also happened to be on the twelfth floor. It looked like he was trapped. They each crept closer, arms out as though to hug him, and to get ink all over him. Jack looked behind him once more and saluted them. Then he fell backwords.