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300 REVIEWS OH MY GOSH THANK YOU SO MUCH I LOVE YOU ALL!

I never expected for this much response! This was originally going to be my corner project while I worked on my other two. That flipped on its head. I'm not complaining, I love this story. I fell in love with it and put more effort as it went on.

You guys are great.

Writing this is affecting me too. As I write this chapter, I feel terrible for doing this to our Jack and, as you will soon see, a few more people. Not only that, but I've gotten into a bad habit of putting Jack's name as Harry, which makes he feel so sympathetic to the poor guy. I'm such a horrible person. TT_TT

If I PMed you, your review stood out above most. There were quite a few that I was hesitant to respond to, because some of you were getting the idea of how the plot is going to turn out. I know there was one where I literally leaned back on my chair and applauded. You know, if you all paired up, you would be able to figure out...about half of what I'm planning.

This is the song I abused while writing this:

A Drop In The Ocean- Ron Pope

Angst angst, angst angst angsty angst.

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Oh, the torment bred in the race,

the grinding scream of death

and the stroke that hits the vein

the haemorrhage none can staunch, the grief

the curse no man can bear

But there is a cure in the house

and not outside it, no,

not from others but from them,

their bloody strife. We sing to you,

dark gods beneath the earth.

Now hear, you blissful powers underground-

answer the call, send help.

Bless the children, give them triumph now.

Aeschylus, The Liberation Bearers

For the first time Jack could remember, he was cold. Funnily enough, he didn't like it. Not at all.

"No!" He screamed, pushing off the wing of the sleigh, leaving behind North, who was calling his name.

He yelled to the wind to make him fly faster, he had to reach Harry. He had to…

Jack let out an agonising choke as Harry started to fall away into the sand. Sandy was there…he would save Harry, right? Jack let out another scream as Sandy fled. Harry, harry couldn't…

"Harry!" Jack choked out another scream.

Flying desperately to his one friend, he stared in anguish as Harry disappeared in the mass of black sand. Jack came to a sudden halt, mouth open in a silent scream. No. No no no no no. This couldn't be happening, thought Jack. Jack was broken out of his frozen horror by laughter. It was Pitch.

A sudden wave of pure hatred washed over Jack as he looked over at the lanky man. But there was calmness to it, comforting him in the knowledge that he was going to rip apart the man…no. The thing in front of him.

"Poor, poor Jacky boy. My hand must have slipped. What did I do Jack? Did I kill you boy-" Pitch was cut off as Jacks' fist caught his jaw. Swinging his staff around to face Pitch, he saw the brief fear in his eyes as he looked into Jacks' cold, dead ones. Jack had no mercy for this creature; he would show him the frightening side of winter.

Dark clouds formed in the sky as Jack gathered his all his power into his staff, more than he thought he could ever possess in his thousand years of existence.

"Jack, Jack! It was an accident. He stepped in front of the arrow." Pitch's eyes widened, darting around looking for a shadow. But they were in the sky, there was none.

Ignoring Pitch's words, Jack gathered the last of his power.

"Boo."

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It was like an explosion of tiny icicles. The Guardians instantly went to cover their eyes from the onslaught. North's control of the sleigh was slipping from his one hand, so eyes tightly closed he reached out with his other. The icicles hit them on their exposed skin, stabbing them like needles.

"Jack!" North roared into the wind. He had no idea where Jack was so, trusting his reindeer, he let them have control. Dropping the reins he shouted to his loyal companions. "Stop Jack!"

"Это не хорошо ..." He said softly in his native language as they shot upwards.

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Jack growled as Pitch tried to escape. Pitch had dodged Jacks first attack, barely. This time, Jack would miss. Forming an icicle the size of his arm, he aimed at the retreating Pitch. A mad laugh escape Jack, turning into sobs just as he was about to throw it.

A weight crashed into his back, making him drop his weapon as huge arm engulfed him.

"North!" Jack yelled, twisting in his grip. "He's getting away! Let me get him, he killed Harry!" Jack wailed, his struggling becoming weaker. Jacks eyes scanned the skies desperately, but Pitch had escaped. The storm was dropping, wind becoming weaker around him.

"It's okay Jack." North said quietly. The other guardians crowed around them, looking at Jack sadly.

"It's not okay" Jack said back, before shaky sobs overwhelmed him.

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Jack had locked himself in one of the many rooms in Norths' workshop. Shelves were stacked with toys, and it harboured a large window looking out onto the snowy cliffs of the North Pole. But the view was anything but pleasant, a snowstorm was raging, becoming deadly to anyone who dared to walk outside. The room itself was snowing, snowflakes drifted to the floor, creating a growing layer of snow collecting at the ground.

The Guardians had tried to talk to him, but he had remained stubbornly quite, refusing to let them in.

Harry….Jack closed his eyes, drawing his knees closer to his chest. Why did it hurt so much? Jack thought, burying his face into his legs. If he had only gotten there sooner…

Jack sighed, rubbing his face. Withdrawing his hand, he looked at it, shocked. When did he start crying again? He felt another tear fall gracefully down his face. Wiping it away angrily, he wondered why he was acting so much like a baby. If Harry was here he would….

Another tear.

He would probably sit next to him in silence, with no need for words. Then drag him off to see Teddy…

Oh lord, what would he tell Harrys' family? They wouldn't ever want to talk to him again.

Jack choked back a sob. Why did Harry have to leave him like this? Why did he have to be reminded every second that he was never going to hear Harrys' tinkling laugh again, or have their snowball/pumpkin fights? He would never have his best friend back.

Jack sucked in a breath, feeling like he was drowning in his sorrow. He remembered the first time they met, the epic snowball fight that bounded their friendship together. He remembered when Harry introduced him to Teddy, to Rose and Hugo. He remembered the feeling of joy he had when he was around Harry, he remembered the first fight they had, just before the Guardians had found them. He remembered the look in Harrys eyes as he was faced with a challenge. The look on his face when he showed Harry the lake he had woke up in. The time Harry brought Jack to his parents' graves. All the times they flew side by side, just to feel the wind in their hair. When Jack would tag along on Halloween, just because he didn't want to leave Harry's side. The time when they collapse on the ground laughing at the elaborate prank they had just performed.

In that moment, he remembered everything.

Were all those memories for nothing, now that Harry wasn't here? Was he going to keep on living, the memories slowly rotting away?

Jack jumped to his feet, pacing around the snow covered room. No, he would not allow it. He would make sure the legend of Harry Hollows lived on. It was the least he could do for…for Harrys family. He swallowed more tears down. He had to tell them, they had a right to know…

But Jack was frightened, he didn't want to. He didn't want to be the one who had to witness the reaction of Teddy, Hugo or Rose. He didn't want to watch as Hermione collapsed, or Ron go into a raging denial and storm out.

But it was what Harry would want, he supposed. How could Teddy continue his life, waiting for when Harry was going to visit, when the reality…

With shaking hands, he opened the large window, feeling the blast of wind from his blizzard. Taking another quivering breath, Jack slowly pushed away from the window, not too sure if he wanted the wind to catch him.

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Jack landed heavily on the Weasleys lawn, stumbling under the weight of his out of control emotions. The snow storm had followed him, it had grown in anguish, whizzing around Jack in an uncontrollable mess.

Jack starred at the familiar house in a bittersweet moment. A wave of memories washed over him as he look at the now snow covered grass, he could almost swear he could see the Snowman they had built, smiling at him. Jack wasn't aware of the tears freezing on his face.

Looking back at the house, he saw the lights glowing merrily through the closed windows. It would be around the time when they would be having dinner. Jack hated himself for being the one who had to destroy the family moment, to intrude with such grave news. The storm whipped around more aggressively, holding him back. But Jack couldn't move, even if he wanted to.

A shout came from inside the house, and a few moments later Teddy fell out the door, hastily slipping on a Jacket.

"Jack! Where's Harry?" Teddy shuddered, shoving his hands into his pockets to hide them from the storm.

Jack could only blink down at the 14 year old boy, lost for words. 'Where's Harry?'

Such an innocent question, and possibly the most gut wrenching one he had been faced with.

'Where's Harry?'

Jack tried once more to swallow the constricting lump in his throat, but to no avail.

Where are you, Harry?

"Jack, are you crying?" Teddy's eyes widened and his mouth fell agape, "Where's Harry? Look, come inside and out of the…well, I don't suppose you feel cold."

Oh how wrong he was.

Grabbing Jack's hand, the small boy dragged Jack into the house, closing the door behind them. Snow still fell from the ceiling as Jack led him into the Kitchen.

"Hermione, Jack's here!" Teddy called out, hovering with concern over Jack. Walking over to the wooden table, Jack sat down burying his face into his hands.

Oh god, this was really happening, wasn't it? He wanted to disappear, escape into the shadows like he had seen Harry do.

"We just had dinner, do you want leftovers…?" Teddy said awkwardly, shifting his stance. He glanced over at the doorway, wishing for Hermione to come through the door to fix whatever had broken Jack.

He hid behind his hands, shielding him from Teddy. Why did he come here in the first place? Jack whimpered as he heard Hermione walk briskly into the room.

"Jack? What's wrong?" She said, surprise lacing her words. Her voice was like a stab to Jacks gut, the warmth in her voice contradicting with his frozen heart. He heard the chair next to him scrape across the tiled floor, a light body slipping into it.

"Jack?"

Somehow, Jack found the courage to lift his head. His icy blue eyes connected with Hermione's brown ones. There was a flicker of understanding, shooting through her warm eyes. Tears started to collect in them, mirroring Jack.

"What happened to Harry, Jack?" She chocked out, holding the gaze with Jack. Jack let out a shaky breath, trying to gain control over his body.

"I-…He…" Apparently, that was all Hermione needed to hear, pulling Jack close to her chest. They cradled each other.

"What happened to Harry?" Teddy whispered. Looking up at the boy, Jack gave him a tearful look. Teddys hair rippled, turning to a stormy grey.

"N-no…" Teddy said, shaking his head. Teddy's skin turned a sickly pale, dark circles formed under his eyes.

"No!" He screamed, tears cascading down his face. All Jack could do was flinch as Teddy threw a vase in his rage.

"It was because of you, wasn't it?!" Teddy shouted.

"Ted…" Hermione said sadly, holding out a hand.

Teddy visibly swallowed and stared at Hermione's hand. Shaking his head, he turned on the spot a raced out of the room.

"I'm so sorry…" Jack whispered as Hermione embraced him.

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Teddy had locked himself in his room, not answering anyone's pleas to come out. Jack and Hermione sat in the kitchen, staring down at their cups of teas Hermione had made dazedly.

Jack was studying the piece of fluff floating on the surface of the warm liquid. The tears had stopped, for now, and they were left with crushing silence.

"Where's Ron and the kids?" Jack broke the silence, still looking down at his cup.

"Rose and Hugo are at a friend's house. Ron was supposed to be back hours ago, but it looks like he's been held up again. There has been more terrorist attacks lately. We didn't tell Harry because, well, let's admit it. He wouldn't rest 'till he had taken care of it. And don't we all know that boy needed rest."

Jack smiled sourly down at his cup. They brightly coloured cats that danced along the side of it did nothing to cheer him up.

"I think you gave him that. Rest…and freedom. He was so…hollow before he met you. He would visit, but he was not nearly as cheerful."

He could hear the smile in her voice, but he couldn't bring himself to look up.

"Jack…how did it happen?"

Jack froze up, hands clenching around his mug.

"I- I don't really know," He croaked "He was hit by an arrow made up of Pitch's nightmares, he saved a- a friend…that's what he- what he…"

A warm hand was placed on his back.

"Harry was always self-sacrificing." She said quietly, rubbing circles on his back.

"What?" Jack asked. He had never really asked about Harrys past. All he had known was that he had been in some sort of war. It had always bugged him how Harry would, seemingly randomly, be washed over by sadness and longing.

"He didn't tell you? Well, I'm not too surprised, honestly. He never did like the attention. "

"Could you tell me?" Jack broke his staring contest with the tea to look pleadingly at Hermione.

Smiling down at Jack, a perfect bittersweet expression washed over her face.

"I doubt Harry would mind much, seeing as you were one of his closest friends." She cleared her throat, ridding her of any lingering tears. "Well, there once was a boy who was unfortunate enough to become a part of a prophecy…"

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North was standing in front of the globe; the lights were flaring brightly, sparkling in the light. If Harry hadn't of sacrificed himself for Sandy, who knows the world of trouble they would have been in. North sighed. He hadn't known the youngest Sprit very well. As a child, Harry had never once written to him, nor, to his knowledge, received the gifts North had left.

North took a cookie from the plate the elves had left him. Nibbling at it, Sandy caught his attention. It was an unusual sight to see Sandy brooding, normally, if he wasn't sleeping, he would be buzzing around the place, still in wonder of North's workshop.

North jumped as Sandy bounced back to life, a smile brightening up his features as he zoomed out the nearest exit. North was still reeling, what had gotten into his small friend?

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After Hermione had finished Harrys story, Jack sat there, looking off into the distance.

"I never knew…" Jack said, looking over at Hermione. He realized then that she was crying again.

Noticing Jacks concern, she waved him off. A small chuckle escaped her as she looked at Jack.

"Don't worry about it Jack. I'm just glad you were there to put the pieces back together. My Harry chose well. I don't suppose you got around to kissing him?"

Jack blinked. "What?"

Kiss Harry?! Why would she say that?

"Never mind, just a thought." She replied, taking a sip from her now cold tea. "So, I told you about Harry from my world, what's your story?"

Jack smiled sadly, pushing his thoughts away. "There was the time we tried to break into North's workshop."

"Santa Clause?" Her eyes widened.

"Yeah, but we got caught and got thrown into Antarctica."

"Only Harry…." She shook her head in wonder.

Silence fell once more. That was, before Sandy came rushing in through the open window, startling Jack and Hermione out of their seats.

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Translation : Это не хорошо = This is not good

Hope is not yet lost for our favourite characters!

Thank you for reading, I apologies for any spelling or grammar mistakes. If you could point them out to me I'll edit it. I'm giving a shout out to 'braylor'. He writes his own Harry Potter/Rise Of The Guardian story. Go check it out, it doesn't get enough credit.

Oh, by the way, Happy Easter from down here in Auz! I'm finally able to gorge out on chocolate! Have a wonderful day, my pretties!

(P.s. My 'B' button is stuffing up as of late, so if you see an exceeding amount of words missing the 'B' that is why.)