"So, she died?" Harry, Ron, and Hermione all asked at once. Jack shook his head.
"Oh, no, no, no" he wiggled a finger at then, "I managed to save her; but left at a somewhat terrible cost. I ended up falling in and as weird as it sounds... the moon saved me; I was saved by none other than the man in the moon himself". Suddenly they all heard a snort of laughter; it was revealed to be Draco's.
"That's a nice story" he smirked.
"Draco have you been listening in on us?"
"So, what do you care? Scared Potter" he smirked again walking out from behind a corner towards the gang, and most curiously towards Jack Frost.