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Chapter 5

Jack Frost sighed as he overlooked the town in the valley below. He sat on the branch of a tree, his staff held loosely in his right hand. It had been about half a century since he accepted the mantle of a Guardian. He had felt like he finally belonged. Things had gone back to the way they had been before the battle against Pitch. North had gone back to the Pole, Bunny was back with his eggs in the Warren, Tooth and her fairies were back to collecting teeth, and Sandy was back to doing what he did best.

Right after everything with Pitch was over, he really thought his life had changed. It was so much more fun to play with the kids now that they could see him. When he wasn't causing mischief and chaos, he had visited the other Guardians. He and Sandy were good friends and Jack always enjoyed watching the dreams Sandy made with his sand. Tooth was always kind when he went to see her. Even with how busy she always was she made time to talk with him and make sure he was doing well.

He usually ended up visiting North when he was board. Even though he would have been welcome had he used the front door, Jack still enjoyed the challenge of trying to bust in. So far the score was 23 for Jack and 57 for Phil and the only reason Jack had won even 23 times was because Phil let him. He never could figure out how Phil could sneak up on him but it was an ongoing game for them. Occasionally, Jack stopped by North's office to say hello. Jack liked the times when he'd sit with the big man and together they'd create toys out of ice while North told him stories of Christmases past.

He and Bunny had come to an understanding. As a sprite of winter and a spirit of spring it was a miracle they had even managed that much and had it not been for their shared experiences with Pitch it probably never would have happened. Jack wouldn't necessarily call Bunny his friend per say and neither would Bunny of Jack but they did have a mutual respect for each other. So while Jack still played a few pranks, there hadn't been a repeat of the Blizzard of '68.

The last couple of decades though, Jack was back to being on his own. Besides seeing the occasional fairy or Sandy at night, Jack didn't really see much of the other Guardians at all. Like he said when they first asked him to be a Guardian, they were all hard work and deadlines. They didn't have time for Jack.

So he went back to horsing around and playing in the snow with the kids. It was better now that at least half of the kids could see him. Jack would never admit to having something like a goal but if he did it would be to make it so all the kids in the world could see him. Not that it could really ever happen. Even if Jack managed to conjure a few freak snowstorms, he'd never be able to stay long enough to get the kids that live near the equator to really believe in him.

He looked up at the full moon hanging low in the sky. "Is this it? Is this all there is?" he quietly asked MiM. He didn't mean to complain but even after becoming a Guardian he still felt like he was alone. Despite the fact that he was a Guardian, MiM still didn't really speak to him. MiM never answered with words and rarely communicated with shadow images but he would at the very least answer by send his reassurance. Jack wasn't too sure how that was done, he just knew that all the times he had questioned MiM he had at least always felt a bit better afterwards even if MiM didn't say anything.

He wasn't really expecting an answer this time either. So he was understandably shocked when a shadow flashed across the surface of the frozen clearing below him before shifting into shape. Jack stood up for a better look. He'd gotten better at deciphering pictographs since he started hanging around Sandy. He still had trouble following what the dream guardian was trying to say if the images were going too fast. This was different though. MiM was only showing one image in the shadows. It didn't seem to be about to change on him so MiM must be waiting for him to indicate that he understood.

Jack took a moment and frowned as he puzzled out what MiM was trying to tell him. Shadow reading was a bit harder than trying to understand Sandy. The shadow was flat on the ground and a single toned black. It was tough but Jack finally recognized the outline of Mexico. "Mexico, really?" Jack asked in disbelief. The image remained but changed subtly. Using various shades gray, MiM made is so the topography of the country was recognizable and highlighted one spot in particular. The pulse of gray was located in the south right were Jack knew Mexico City to be located.

"So let me get this straight. You want me to go to Mexico City – in the summer? What exactly am I supposed to do there?" Jack exclaimed. He had little to no tolerance for warm climates. He likes warm weather about as much as Bunny likes the snow. Which was not at all. Jack just couldn't understand why MiM would send him to a place where he would be in danger of lose his powers if he got caught there in the heat of the day.

MiM didn't offer anything by way of explanation. The shadow image remained in the clearing. It did not change or shift whatsoever. It seemed MiM wasn't going to give this idea up until Jack agreed. Heaving one big sigh of resignation, Jack looked up at the moon. Nodding his head once he leapt high in the air and let the winds catch him. Seems he had somewhere he needed to be.

Harry stood alone in the courtyard of the Shriners Hospital for Children in Mexico City waiting on MiM. He had left the room of 8-year-old José about ten minutes ago to let the boy sleep a little. José had been in the hospital for almost a year fighting acute lymphoblastic leukemia. He had been an orphan living on the streets before he'd collapsed in the public library. The kindhearted librarian that had found him in the washroom had brought him here for help thinking he had been abused.

It was an easy mistake to make when it came to some of the signs of ALL. Living on the streets meant José had been malnourished despite the lack of appetite and weight loss that came with his type of cancer. It was the bad bruises that had been the main factors in fueling the librarian's suspicions though. They were innocent enough, some had just appeared on their own, while a few others were where he'd run into things or fallen. It was the one that looked like a handprint around his upper arm from the merchant who had tossed him out of his shop for attempting to steel some food that looked the worst. The man hadn't even been that rough, especially compared to how some of the other merchants got, but the disease made the bruising look far worse then the injury had been. The fatigue and shortness of breath had also made it harder for José to run when he got caught in the act of thieving, not to mention the ache in his joints and bones.

José never knew exactly what was wrong with him before the doctors had told him. He had gone undiagnosed for over two years before being brought to the hospital. He'd been given steroids and he had gone through chemotherapy and the radiation therapy. He'd lost all his hair. They said it was a miracle he'd lived this long but his luck had now run out. A few months ago the treatments had stopped working all together. The doctors said that the disease was in his nervous system and that he didn't have much longer to live. They had tried to reassure him. They said they understood what he was going through. They didn't: they may understand the process in the medical sense but they didn't know what it was like to know they were going to die. They said it wasn't his fault, that if he had been diagnosed sooner things might have been different. As if an eight year old should know how to take care of themselves. They said many things but none of it mattered now.

Tonight had been the worse yet. The medications he was given didn't stop the pain and it was bad enough to wake him up every few hours. He was going to die soon. José knew it. It was at times like this that he wished he had a mom or a dad to sit with him. Anyone, he just wanted someone who loved him to stay with him so he didn't have to be alone. He was scared. Then Harry had arrived. José hadn't heard or seen him enter the room and he didn't know how he got past the nurses station without anyone noticing. Nurse Maria was especially strict about visitors coming in after hours. Yet, Harry was here and no one had come to tell him to leave.

Harry didn't try to placate him with false reassurances. He'd said hello and introduced himself and then sat on the edge of the bed without a word. José didn't know why but he felt safe with Harry, and more importantly he didn't feel alone. He wasn't sure what Harry had asked him but somehow it got José to talk about what he was feeling. Not the medical questions the doctors and nurses asked but the emotions José was experiencing. José told Harry things he hadn't told to any one in the whole time he'd been at the hospital. Until Harry asked, José didn't realize just how much he needed someone to listen. And Harry did, he was quiet and patient and just listened to everything José had to say without treating him like a child.

He had been so emotionally drained afterwards that Harry had him lie down to sleep and told him a story. It was a fantastic story about a magic castle with witches and wizards! It was as Harry was telling him about how the witches and wizards celebrated Christmas that grabbed José's curiousity. Snow? José knew what it was, sure. It was the white on the top of the mountains outside the city but he'd never seen it up close. What was it? If only he could see it for himself so he knew what all the fuss was about.

Harry had looked a bit surprised by the question. For a moment José thought he might scoff at him and dismiss it for being stupid. Instead Harry had held up the wand in his hand and said he'd show him. José had been so excited at the possibility. Harry had tried several times though without anything happening. He stopped trying after his latest attempt produced a steady rain. Even though Harry promised to get help from his friend, José's hopes sank when it became evident that he really wasn't going to get to see snow. He'd curled up under the covers and gone to sleep.

Harry knew José wasn't going to survive the night. He'd gotten here less than an hour ago to stay with José until it was time to take him to the Hereafter. José had asked him to grant a wish that he couldn't give. It was the first time in years since that had happened. Harry had been telling José the story of his first snowball fight at Hogwarts when José had wished to see snow, real snow. Harry had been cocky. So when it proved to be too warm for him to conjure snow, both he and José had been disappointed. He had made several attempts but in the end stopped when he'd soaked the room with a sudden downpour of rain. Thankfully, he hadn't any trouble heating the room to dry it out but he couldn't make it snow. The best he could figure was that he was limited to the weather patterns that were the norm in this climate, which meant no snow.

Harry hoped that since he couldn't do it, maybe MiM would be able to help him out. He stood in the moonlight in the courtyard as he conversed with MiM. He was really hoping that MiM would be able to lend him the extra power he needed for this one thing. Instead MiM directed him to sit tight and wait until help arrived. At least it was a nice night so he could sit on the branch of a tree and look at the stars until 'help' arrived.

Jack hadn't known what to expect when he arrived in Mexico City. Considering he thought MiM crazy to send him here in the first place, all he could do was follow the pull he felt tugging him towards the outskirts of the city. To say he was confused and cautious when he landed in the central courtyard of a hospital would be an understatement.

Jack stood in the center of the courtyard with his staff raised defensively. The pull had lessened and now felt like only a slight hum through his nerves telling him that this was were MiM wanted him. He didn't see anything out of the ordinary as he slowly looked around but there were no lights out here except for the moon and the trees made plenty of dark shadows.

"Hey, up here."

Jack spun quickly and sent out a shot of frost towards the voice. He just caught sight of the end of a cape before it disappeared behind the trunk of a tree. He cursed himself for his automatic reaction to being startled. This was a defense mechanism that had developed as a result of fighting Pitch. He had no control over it. The one thing he could be thankful for was that he never reacted that way to children. Spirit beings had a different feel about them than Human beings. Jack, and he assumed the other spirit beings, could sense both presences and be able to tell them apart. Since Pitch and his Nightmares were spirit beings, the feeling of a spirit's presence is what has been triggering Jack's reactions. It had happened a few times when the other Guardians had accidentally sunk up on him. That had been how he figured out what the cause was to his episodes. Thankfully, he'd recovered quickly and had been able to laugh it off as a joke. He didn't want to bother them with his problems.

"Whoa don't shoot. I mean you no harm." Whoever was behind the tree didn't sound much older than him. He quickly raked his memories of every spirit being he'd ever met trying to find a match. This voice didn't sound familiar in the least. Fed up after drawing a blank, Jack called out to the figure.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"Promise you won't shoot me and I'll introduce myself properly" replied the figure with a laugh in his voice, as if he found the idea of Jack attacking him to be funny. Good, if this guy wasn't going to make a big deal of Jack's initial reaction then Jack definitely wasn't going to draw attention to it.

"Yeah, alright. It's a deal."

Jack watched as the figure leaned out to look around the tree, checking that Jack was sincere before abandoning his shield. Deciding that Jack no longer posed a threat, the person stepped out from behind the tree and walked slowly towards were Jack was standing. As the light from the moon illuminated his features, Jack saw that he'd been about right at judging his apparent age.

"Hi. I'm Harry." Harry stuck out his right hand to shake.

"Jack Frost," he replied, taking Harry's hand. It was a simple handshake consisting of two quick moments of the wrists.

"I know," Harry said simply.

Releasing the handshake, Harry put his hands in his front pockets. Jack opted for wrapping both hands around his staff and leaning a bit of his weight on it as he took a good look at the boy – young man – in front of him. The guy didn't look much older than Jack and he looked to be about the same height as him. The guy wore jeans and a long sleeve tee with a cloak over top. He had short black hair that looked as if it had never seen a comb and his eyes were emerald green. Jack was positive he'd never seen this guy before.

"So, was it you who called me here?" Jack asked.

"Well sorta," Harry answered. "I asked MiM for some help and a half hour later you show up. I'm assuming you're the help."

"Maybe. I still have no idea why I'm here."

"Oh right. We should probably walk and talk. It's kinda a long story and we're on a tight schedule since sunrise is in 3 hours. I'm betting you'd rather not be around for it."

"You got that right. Fine, after you."

Harry smiled and gestured with a nod of his head that he intended to reenter the building through the door on Jack's left. Jack stepped with him and they set off side by side.

"I've asked you here because a friend of mine wants to know what snow looks like," Harry began to explain. "You see he's never left Mexico City in his entire life so naturally he hasn't ever seen snow. I gave it my best try to conjure even a few flakes in his bedroom for him but I only managed to make it rain. My magic is versatile but I apparently don't have the ability to control the elements in a climate where they don't occur naturally. I'm hoping you could lend me a hand with it."

"That makes sense. I'll be honest with you, even my power is limited in places like this. I should be able to make it snow but I can't guarantee how long I can sustain it and it will melt before it hits the floor."

"Even that much would mean the world to him."

"Why all this effort just to satisfy your friend's curiosity. Can't you just show him pictures or something?"

"I could but images don't hold anything on the real thing. Pictures can't replace all the sensations and emotions he will feel if he experiences it for himself. As for why all the effort, José is sick and I doubt he will live past the sunrise. I want to grant him this one final wish before I escort him to the Hereafter."

"Wait, what?" Jack stopped dead in his tracks and grabbed Harry by the other arm to make him stop too. Jack couldn't believe what he'd just heard. It was impossible that there was a spirit to tend to sick and dying kids. It just didn't make sense to him that such a somber job existed. Harry looked at him with understanding and gave him a small smile in reassurance. It looked like he used that expression a lot for it to come so easily to his face.

"That's what I do. I guess my official title is Master of Death but that doesn't really fit with what I'm doing now. Let's just say I have a special connection with death and a strong instinct to protect innocents. So, one day MiM asked me to watch over the souls of children as they passed between the Land of the Living, the Hereafter, and the Realm in-between."

"Oh," Jack floundered for something appropriate to say to that.

"I know what your thinking. It's not the happiest sounding responsibility compared to being Santa Claus or the Easter Bunny, but I'm constantly amazed by the bravery and strength these kids have to face the ultimate darkness. They could do it without me if they had to. Well, they really DID have to before MiM recruited me. Despite their fears, they passed to the Hereafter unassisted but they shouldn't have to do it alone."

"What happened to them when you weren't there?" Jack asked out of curiousity. He regretted it once he saw Harry's frown and the guilt in his eyes.

"Those that died quickly and those that were really brave were able to cross over no problem. Even some of the timid ones would make it if they met someone they knew in the Realm that could help them. It was the ones that were terrified and alone that often got lost somewhere in the Realm. That was one of the first things I had to fix when I started. I had to find all the lost souls and guide them to the Hereafter."

"How long have you been doing this," Jack genuinely wanted to know. From what he could tell, Harry didn't seem to be suffering in a way Jack perceived would come from this kind of job. Master of Death must be something in his personality that makes him better suited to this kind of responsibility. Jack could never do it.

"Hum, sorry," Harry said dragging himself out of his memories. "Let me think… I've been shepherding children for thirty years or so."

Jack did some quick calculations in his head. That means that Harry had come into existence as a spirit twenty years after the Guardians had suppressed Pitch's uprising. Being immortal, thirty years didn't count as much at all but even still Jack should have heard about this guy. The other Guardians must know of him. There's no way Harry's been off the grid all this time. Jack remembered meeting Sandy after only a month as a spirit. Harry's had to have met one of the others by now. The question was did all the other Guardians know of Harry's existence and, if so, how come nobody had told him? The thought that they could have betrayed him like that hinted at more pain then he could stand, so Jack refused to continue that line of thought. To distract himself he refocused on the original reason he was here.

"Okay," he said softly.

"Okay what?" Harry asked in confusion. Jack had gone really quiet on him and had a look on his face that Harry knew he had sported regularly in his human life. It was unclear then if his quiet announcement of agreement was an answer for Harry or if it was a verbal affirmation of an inner resolution.

Jack shook his head and brought his full attention to Harry. "Okay, I'll help you. Remember, no guarantees but I promise I'll make it snow."

The grin that came to Harry's face was so wide it looked that he could pull a facial muscle.

"Brilliant!" Harry exclaimed. "He's just in this room up here. Second on the right."

Harry continued to walk through said door but Jack hesitated at the doorway, unsure of what he might see in the room. He stood in the doorway and just looked in. It was a hospital room like any other found in the western world. There were cards and stuffed animals arranged on a table against the wall just inside the door. There was a TV in a corner near the ceiling opposite the only bed in the room. There were important looking machines on the wall and suspended from poles around the large single occupancy bed.

Although the bed wasn't large enough to fit two adults, its size made the young boy occupying it seem very small and frail. Jack had never see a child look like this before. Sure every now and then there was the odd child out playing in the snow who was either just catching or just finishing a cold. The boy in the bed didn't look anything like them. He was almost as pale as his sheets, which really concerned Jack since it was the height of summer in this country and this boy should be dark from the sun. He was thin and he had no hair on his head. If this is what all the kids Harry helps look like then Harry must be much stronger than Jack originally estimated to have signed on for an eternity of this.

The only light in the room was the artificial light flooding through the open door from the hallway, the natural light from the full moon through the windows, and a night light plugged into an outlet opposite the bed. The boy seemed to have been sleeping when they first arrived but at Harry's approached he awoke.

"Harry?" The boy sounded groggy, not just from sleep but probably from the medication as well.

"Hi José, I have someone I want you to meet. This is my friend Jack Frost." Harry waved Jack over. "He's going to make it snow for you. Would you like that?"

The boy nodded his head and pushed himself up into a seated position. "Hola Jack," he said with a big smile on his face.

"Hey there, José," Jack replied.

"Will you really show me snow like Harry says?"

"Of course I will," Jack reassured. "You believe me, don't you?"

nodded again, the smile on his face growing and his eyes lighting up in excitement. Harry's face mirrored José's as he watched from the far side of the bed near the window. Magic, in any form, always fascinated him.

"Alright then. You might want a blanket."

Jack moved to stand in the middle of the room. It was still pretty warm even though it was the middle of the night. This was going to take a lot of concentration and power. Jack held his staff in both hands and placed the base on the floor in front of him so it stood straight up on end with the crook aimed at the ceiling. He closed his eyes and concentrated on making it snow. He started with dropping the temperature in the room so the snow wouldn't melt the moment it hit the air. He visualized his pond in the woods outside Jamie's town as it looked in the middle of winter: snow on the ground, the lake frozen over with a foot of ice, the bare branches of the trees creaking as the wind blew through them. He thought of that setting and pushed his magic to recreate it in this hospital room.

Harry had pulled the covers up over José at Jack's suggestion. He wasn't worried about himself. He stood back so he could have a clear view of both José and Jack. Jack hadn't moved for the last few minutes but still there was no snow. Harry felt a distinct chill in the air so he knew that Jack was trying to drop the temperature first. The problem seemed to be that Jack couldn't make it cold enough throughout the whole room. At best the room felt as if an air conditioner had been running for a few minutes, cooler for sure but not cold enough for snow. Harry frowned when he noticed the temperature had leveled out and looked to Jack.

Jack was getting frustrated. He'd known when he'd first got here that this was going to be challenging but he was sure if he could just get the room to around freezing he'd be able to make enough snow to replicate a light flurry. He could feel his strength waning and if he used any more power he wouldn't be able to maintain cold to sustain the snow fall. After everything Harry had told him he felt a deep need and desire to make José's wish come true. Here was one kid in a warm climate that believed in him. He deserved to see snow or Jack wasn't worthy of being the spirit of winter.

Harry could see that José was getting impatient and starting to loose faith. He watched Jack in uncertainty and growing doubt. Harry couldn't have that. He pulled his wand out of his back pocket noticing that as he did so he had caught José's attention. Harry winked and raised his wand. He didn't use an incantation nor did he direct his wand with any type of movement. He simply held it loosely in his hand and picture Hogwarts at Christmas time. A wave of cold seemed to radiate out around him as a result, which grabbed Jack's attention.

After spending at least the last minute at a stalemate with the temperature of the room, Jack's eyes flew open when he registered a drastic difference flow and equalize within a few seconds. He looked to its origin and saw Harry. He didn't appear to have moved much since Jack first closed his eyes except for the thin stick he held in his right hand. Harry hadn't said what exact type of magic he had. When he'd explained that he could only conjure rain, Jack assumed that meant he had no control over the colder elements at all. Jack reevaluated his first impression of Harry to accommodate this new piece of information. This guy had a few tricks up his sleeve.

Jack gave Harry a small nod in thanks and got back to the task at hand. He still owed José some snow. Now that Harry had made the room colder the rest was easy. Jack raised his staff high and touched the tip of the crook to the ceiling.

In the bed, José sat shivering under the blankets after the temperature started to drop. He watched Jack Frost in the middle of the room. When nothing happened after a few minutes, José started to doubt Jack. He knew his wish to see snow was not going to happen. It never snowed in Mexico City, even in the winter. He should have known his wish was impossible when Harry couldn't grant it. What chance did this Jack fellow have when someone as awesome as Harry had trouble trying to make it snow. He looked over to Harry, desperately hoping that he would be able to do something. He wasn't sure how or what Harry could do but José believed that Harry could fix everything. Harry must have understood him because he winked and pulled out his wand.

José had seen Harry do magic when he first tried to make it snow so he was encouraged by the sight of Harry's actions. He pulled the thin summer bedding tighter around his shoulders to keep out the resulting chill and looked back to see if the cold would help Jack Frost. He watched Jack Frost as he raised his staff up. From it spread grey clouds from corner to corner until the whole ceiling was completely covered by them. Once the clouds settled, small snowflakes began to fall throughout the room.

José got up onto his knees as quickly as he could in excited surprise and reached his arms up to catch the first flakes as they fell. This was unbelievable. The flakes didn't fall like rain but fluttered and swooped in descending arcs as if on an imaginary breeze, like confetti at Carnaval. He tried to catch them but they disappeared as the made contact with his skin. At that moment he didn't need the blankets on the bed to keep warm despite the cold in the room and the pain in his body was temporarily forgotten. At that moment, for the first time in years, José was just a normal, ordinary kid again.

"I'm afraid that our time is up," Harry mournfully announced after half an hour of play. Both Jack and José were clearly tired. The difference, Harry knew, was that Jack would recover once he returned to the colder climates. The time had come for Harry to guide José to the Realm.

"Jack could you wait for me outside?" Harry asked him quietly.

Jack nodded then turned to José. "Well kid, that's the best I could do."

"It was great. Muchos gracias," José replied excitedly though clearly tired.

"You're welcome." Jack turned to exit out the door not wanting to shock José's system by causing a sudden temperature change that would result from opening the window.

"Bye." José tried to call after him but could not raise his voice higher than a whisper. Jack heard him any ways. He waved over his shoulder casually before he was gone.

Harry met Jack in the courtyard after he'd finish seeing José to his train in the Realm. Jack was sitting on the back of a bench with his feet on the seat as he looked up at the moon. Harry made sure to make a lot of noise as he approached him.

"Hey, thanks for your help" Harry said by way of announced himself.

Jack looked over at him but didn't respond.

"You okay?" Harry asked.

"I don't know how you do it," Jack commented without looking at him.

Jack didn't need to clarify that vague statement. Harry knew exactly what he was talking about and he could understand where Jack was coming from. Many of his friends from when he was human had given him strange or pitying looks whenever the topic of death came up.

"It's not all that different from what you do Jack, if you leave out the details." Harry said lightly.

Jack looked at him sharply. He looked almost angry, like Harry had offended him. "It's nothing like what I do. I don't send kids off to their deaths," he objected firmly.

Harry's demeanor changed from laid back and friendly to closed off and emotionless in less than a second. He could understand Jack's dislike for the subject but he refused to allow himself to be accused of murder.

"Neither do I," he said coldly.

"No?" Jack questioned doubtfully. "Doesn't seem that way to me. If you're job was to escort kids to the afterlife then you would not exist on this plane. If what you say is true then you're only needed in the in-between Realm, not in the land of the living. So that begs the question, what exactly are you doing here?"

Harry just glared at Jack. He hated to let the irritating brat think he'd won the argument but Harry couldn't give him an answer. He'd never though to question why he existed in this world when his job was in the Realm. MiM had just dropped him off like this so Harry had learned to adapt and traverse between the realms as needed.

When Harry remained quiet, Jack took that as a sign that he'd been right. He loosened his stance from confrontational to self-satisfied arrogance in his assumed victory.

"I thought so," he said with a smirk.

"Shows what you know," Harry continued to glare at him. "If all your going to do is make an arse of yourself then get lost, snow cone. Better hurry the sun's coming."

Jack sent his own glare at Harry for the name. 'I don't have to take this. I'm outta here,' he thought to himself. Besides, loath though he was to admit it Harry was right. The sun would be up in about an hour and Jack had to clear the Tropic of Cancer before the sun rose. His best bet was to head to the Rocky Mountains and continue north through the mountain range until he got to Canada. He had really drained his strength by coming here and with it being summer in the northern hemisphere he'll need to hide out in the higher altitudes until he regains his strength.

With one parting glare, Jack called up the wind and took off north. 'There's something off about that guy,' Jack thought to himself as he left.

A/N: There it is folks. Hoped it met your expectations. I just want to explain a few things about this chapter.

To start, I got the idea for Harry's job from Children's Wish Foundation. It's a charity I support annually that aims to grant an exceptional wish to every child (age 3-17) that his been diagnosed with a terminal illness. If you want to check it out or if you are interested in making a donation then you can google it.

I wanted to lookup the details of ALL to accurately represent it in José. I did my best to tell it like it is but there's a good chance I've made some mistakes. God has been kind enough to my family and friends thus far so I have no personal experience with the disease and God be with anyone who has or knows someone with a terminal illness.

In case I wasn't clear enough or if you had trouble figuring it out, this first meeting between Jack and Harry takes place 50 years after the end of RotG movie and 95 years after the end of Deathly Hallows. Harry spent 65 years in the dream/ in-between realm with MiM and first wakes up 20 years after the end of RotG. If you're still confused review and let me know.

I based Jack's reaction to Harry's job loosely on how I imagined how you – my readers – would react. Please review and let me know if I was close.

On another note, I'll let you in on a little secret. I've pinned down the skeletal frame of this fic. I have a delicious idea for how Harry is going to finally come into his role as a Guardian. It's all a matter of writing out the details and piecing the story together. I don't want to give too much away but trust me it's going to be great.

Once again thanks to everyone for the reviews and the support.

~*~Sundance-gurl