Chapter 2

"Well, you're going to need some changes – the previous Guardian of this was Death itself, but that was over 100 billion years ago. It is not even a myth, totally unknown. You need to feel the part, and I'm going to grant you with some of the knowledge this entails – so technically, yes, you will be 100 billion years old in your mind. Your body will be frozen – but you will have to undergo some physical changes, just as all Guardians do so as to fit their category." The voice declared.
Harry suddenly felt a rush of energy in his body – like his magical core had been boosted thousands of times. A full length mirror appeared in front of him, so he could examine the changes. His black hair now hung at the small of his back in a plait, like an American Native; his skin, once pale was now almost luminous, glowing with the radiant power he held; his eyes. His eyes. They'd always been beautiful, now they were just dazzling. They were slightly larger, and were an even brighter green with two thin bands running round the edge – silver on the inside, gold on the outside. They were framed by long eyelashes, and a delicate face with slightly pointed ears. He looked like a full-blooded Veela, but with triple the beauty and elegance. He was, much to his annoyance, still small and slim – but his muscles were slender and taut. His clothes suited him – an unbuttoned black waistcoat with a slightly off-grey shirt, and slim knee-shorts. He had no shoes – but he felt free without them. He doubted that anything could penetrate his feet.
Harry started as the Voice spoke again.
"Your androgynous beauty is a balance between man and woman, welcoming all sides of nature. You will have a huge intake of information when you leave - the information needed to become the Guardian you need to be. Learn from Death's past mistakes, and make up for it in this life. And, one more thing,"
"Yes?"
"No one believes in you, so no one can see you. This is why you will get on with Jack Frost."
"Wait wha-." Before Harry – or was it Death – could finish his sentence, he was overcome by whole documentary of information, and collapsed back onto the floor.

Jack

It went as soon as it came – there was a change in the air; powerful and slightly terrifying in a sense. Jack thought it was only a trick in the wind, but something told him it wasn't. He quickly flew over to North, to explain the situation.
"North! North!"
North jumped, and spun round, sword poised -
"Jack! Nice to see you again, I was just –," Jack interrupted him with impatience.
"Sorry North, but I was in Norway, heading south to England when I felt this powerful…Pull. I don't know what it was, but for some reason, I was really scared. Just for a second – and it came from Scotland, or Northern Britain." Jack said this all in one breath and waited for an answer.

North was staring at Jack with wide eyes, an unreadable expression on his face.
"You...you-,"
"Yes, me, I did feel that and I was utterly terrified, and I did feel it – not just a rush of power or anything." Jack was getting impatient, by the look on North's face he knew just what it was.
"That was…wow. You, Jack my boy, have witnessed the birth of a new Guardian! This one must be special if you can feel it from that far away – normally you have to be five miles within the perimeter. Hmm… We must call the others, and find this new Guardian! Jack, try talking to Man in Moon." North wondered off, scratching his beard and muttering to himself in Russian.
So… He, Jack had witnessed the birth of a Guardian; Jack didn't know what to think, he just knew that if he spoke to the Man on the Moon, then it was almost certain that he wasn't going to answer. Still, worth a try.
"Hey, I know you're up there. Is there any way possible that you can help us? Tell us a smidgen of information that could be any use?" The Man on the Moon just stayed silent. Like always – but wait! What was that? Jack felt a blast of knowledge sweep over his brain: 'The one you are searching for holds the balance of the Universe between his fingertips.'