Hi guys! I'm baaaaaaack! So how are you all? I am personally OK but I'm running on 2 hours of sleep, rubber cement and THE ENERGY OF THE GODS! So my situation is a little abnormal (Did any of you see a giant bunny, made of rubber cement, glowing with an unearthly light? I thought not.)

THANKS TO ALL WHO REVIEWED!

How many times do I have to say it? I DON'T OWN ROTG! (or harry potter (depressing, ain't it.))

Ron had decided to do some investigation (AN: personally I call it spying) on Jack Frost. There was just something about him that Ron didn't like. He just seemed to perfect. In the two classes that Ron had had with him (charms and transfiguration) he had excelled. He had heard from Harry, who had 'heard' from Sandy, that Jack had detention with Professor Black and was going to see if he could find him.

"My my Jackson, you certainly do have an aptitude for getting into trouble now don't you?"

Jackpot! Ron pressed himself against a wall, trying to hear the ret of the conversation.

"What do you want? Scratch that, Why are you even here? Didn't we get rid of you two years ago in Burgess?"

Get rid of him? He must be a death eater! It would explain the we as well.

Pitch answered Jack, but Ron was unable to hear it. He then watched as they entered his office.

After Jack's detention

Ron watched as Frost ran out of Proffessor Black's office. Thinking now was the time to warn him away, he advanced towards him.

"I know what you're up to Frost. You may have everyone else fooled but I know that you're a Death Eater and that you're here to attack Harry. But it won't work you hear me?"

He glared at Jack one last time before running off. He rounded the corner of the hall and bumped straight into Sandy who was staring at him cooly.

"Uhh... Hi Sandy..."

Sandy simply drew his wand and pointed it at Ron.

"W-wait! No!"

This line break is an OOTS fan

"What happened to your hand?" asked Jack.

"It's fine!" Harry snapped, "What are you doing here? Did you get in trouble?"

"Yup! Just got out of detention with Professor Black. I had to do lines. How about you?"

"Oh, I had lines to..." Harry seemed hesitant and gripped his hand tighter.

"Is your hand ok?" Jack asked.

"Yeah it's fine!" Harry exclaimed starting to walk away. But he accidentally moved his hand, and Jack saw blood.

"No it's not! Your hand is bleeding! Did she do this?"

"Not specifically..." At Jack's dubious look he cracked, "okay! She had this quill! It didn't have ink, it used blood! That's what she made me use."

"She can't do that! It's just, just-"

"Just leave it okay?! It's better if I don't get in more trouble as it is!" Now Harry was on the defensive, glaring at Jack.

"Fine! I'll let it go! Just give me your hands."

"What?"

"Your hands genius! I'm gonna try to heal them!"

"Ok..."

Harry gave Jack his hands, which were soon covered in a sheen of frost. When it faded, the words on his hand were almost completely gone.

"How did you do that?" Harry asked, "I've never seen anything like that!"

"It's quite simple really," Jack responded with a lofty grin, "you might say that winter magic is my specialty. I was born with it. Cool, eh?"

Harry agreed, and after thanking Jack again, headed back to the common room, Jack heading back to his own dormitory.

Sooooooooo, what did ya think? I know that half of this was basically rons POV from last chapter, but I thought It worked. Also, I have recently contacted SCORPIA, and if I don't get enough reviews, You will all be TERMINATED! (By a giant bunny. Whod'a thunk?)

OOTS Quote:

Hel: "He died of disease, that means he's mine!"

Thor: "But the disease was mummy rot, and he contracted it defending an orphanage!"

Hel: "BAH!"