Title: The Boy Who Live to be Pumpkin King
Chapter: Finding Harry
Disclaimer: Not Mine!
A/N Second Chapter! Go back to Chapter one for changes with an A/N.
Jack waited anxiously for Halloween to come. 12 days. The portals would open in 12 days. Then he and his most trusted friends would go in search of the Evans. If a suitable match was found they were to be brought back to Halloween Town.
"Jack," Sally called. "You'd better come see this!"
Jack quickly made his way over to Sally. The sight that met his eye sockets was not a pretty one. Lycus, the werewolf, was flickering into his human form. Lycus howled pitifully. Being in his human form was painful, even fatal, in Halloween Town. Lycus came as a werewolf, and a werewolf he was meant to stay.
"Sally. Get the Mayor. Now." Jack said dazedly as he lay a hand on the werewolf's head.
"Jack... She didn't," Lycus paused as a skinny, red-haired man took his place, screaming in agony. "She didn't mean it."
Lycus was once again a man, his brown eyes blank. Jack knelt down and closed the eyelids. Just then the Mayor came over.
"What's the trouble Jack?" Mayor asked. He stopped when his eyes rested upon Lycus. His face turned, frown etched clearly. "This is bad. Very bad."
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Shock sat down in shock, no pun intended. She'd just killed Lycus. Lycus, who had shown a small, little witch to a loving home. Lycus, who didn't mind harmless pranks. Lycus, who didn't blame her for his death.
Shock burst into tears, wand falling numbling from her fingers. Walnut, 12 3/4", unyeilding, dragon heartstring. Oogie Boogie had given it to her, and taught her, her first spell. 'Mutator Formarum Reddo.' Shock hadn't known what it meant. Now she did.
"Restore shape shifter." She wispered. This was exactly how Lock and Barrel found her sometime later. Barrel ran over and put an arm on Shock's shoulders.
"What's wrong Shock?" Barrel asked.
"Restore Shape Shifter." Shock whispered. Barrel looked slightly confused, but Lock got it right away. He looked down at his longtime friend.
"You killed Lycus." He confirmed softly. Shock nodded and started to sob harder. Barrel helped Shock to her feet and led her home. Lock stayed in the alley, contemplating. He picked up Shock's second hand wand and looked towards Oogie Boogie's home.
"What are you up to Oogie?"
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Lycus' funeral was perfectly dreadful, with cats mewling, singing, and mourning. To say the occupants of Halloween Town were surprised to see Shock crying loudly, would have been an understatement. The teenage witch sobbed, sitting next to the coffin, eyeliner running down her face. Barrel sat next to her while Lock went to go speak with Jack.
"What can I do for you Lock?" Jack asked.
"Shock wishes to join the hunt for the new Pumpkin King." Jack thought about it for a moment before nodding.
"Very well, but if this is a scheem of Oogie Boogie's then-"
"There is no need to worry about that." Lock interrupted. Jack wished to ask why but didn't instead opting to pat Lock on the shoulder and turn away.
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It was several hours before the portals would open. Jack had called his team to the meeting house. Jack paced as he waited for eveyone to arrive. Saxon came in through the doors, the axe in his head glinting brightly for a second. Following him was Hector, the zombie.
"Ah, welcome! Please take a seat while we wait for the others."
Just then Libitino and Aoi came in. Libitino had long ago changed the thread that kept his eyelids sewn together to a red color instead of the original black. Aoi had filled out nicely, the batgirl's wings still taller than her however. They had come along with Launce, who's unicycle wheel was sqeaking slightly. Shock came in a few moments later, the ghosts following her inside.
"Oh good, everyone is here! Now, while finding the Evans is our main priority, we must not forget to write down the names of those who need to be called." Shock timidly raised her hand.
"Yes Shock?"
"How do we know if they need to be called?"
"Oh yes, I did forget it's your first time. Everyone has their names above their heads. Under that is the number of days they have left in their life. If the letters and numbers are white then they need to be called." Jack explained.
Sally began to pass out bespelled paper and special writing sticks. Each member thanked her before walking to the gates. Jack gave his wife a peck on the cheeck before leaving. Jack opened the gates and led his crew to the cemetary.
"Saxon take the portal to Kenya, Hector the one to Hong Kong, Libitino and Aoi to Japan, Shock to Surrey, Launce to Ecuador, ghosts...you know what to do."
"Where are you going Jack?" Shock asked.
"I'll be going to Godric's Hollow." Jack said.
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Jack stepped out from the headstone, his headstone, and looked around. About two steps to his left was a leaf covered lane under a inky sky in which the stars were shining brightly. Cottages stood on both sides of the narrow road, Halloween decorations swaying in the breeze.
Jack quickly ducked behind a pillar when he heard voices. Black-robed, white-masked beings walked towards a two story cottage, led by a man you looked like a rat. Following them was a handsome fellow with dark brown hair, and peircing brown eyes. Jack crept closer, moving silently before crouching behind a hedge.
"This is the house Pettigrew?" The man asked.
"Yes, Lord Voldemort, sir." Jack blinked in confusion, the man's name read Tom Riddle, not Voldemort.
"Good." Lord Voldemort glided forward and looked inside.
Sitting in the living room was a woman with red hair and green eyes. Next to her was a man with unruly black hair and brown eyes. Tottering between them was a small boy with his father's unruly hair and his mother's eyes. The weirdest thing was happening, however.
Both adults life count was speeding down, like a stopwatch in reverse. There was a large bang and Jack started as James yelled for Lily to take Harry and run. Lily took her child and ran upstairs. Jack deftly climed the tree next to the house and peered through another window, seeing a nursery. Lily seemed to be pleading with a figure he couldn't see. Lily's count hit zero as a green light hit her. She slumped to the ground, the zero blinking above her head like a sick reminder.
Surprisingly Harold didn't cry, instead he calmly crawled over to his mother and sat beside her, hand tangled in red locks. The figure again cast the green light, but a mere second beforehand a dark blue something raced from Lily's core around her son, creating a reflexive shield. The shield hadn't been finished though and the killing light left a lightning shaped cut on the boy's head. Harold, faced with a pain he couldn't tolerate, screamed and threw magic out, destroying the top floor. The boy quieted however, when he saw the skeleton man watching from the window.
Jack turned away as he heard a shout from below. A man, Sirius Black, was chasing Peter away from the house with threats of revenge. The remaining Death Eaters started to run up the stairs, ready to grab Harold. Jack opened the window and slipped inside, going halfway down the stairwell. The Death Eaters stopped suddenly as they were faced with a skeleton in a pinstripe suit. Jack gave un uneartly shreik and grinned as the men and women scrambled away. Walking back up the stairs Jack came to a standstill. There, in the nursery, was a man even taller than he. The giant man carefully lifted the young child and placed him into a sidecar. Harold made gurgling sounds as the man, Rubeus, sat on the motorbike and took to the air. Jack slunk back to his grave, and reentered Halloween Town.
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Shock had walked through most of Surrey already, no names having been gathered. She was just re-approaching Privet Drive when children ran to their houses as curfew came about. She was about to head back to the grave when a man appeared at the corner, appeared so suddenly and silently you'd have thought he'd just popped out of the ground.
The man was tall, thin and very old if his silver beard was anything to go by. He was wearing long robes, a purple cloak that swept the ground and high-heeled, buckle boots. Shock looked at the point right above his head. This man's name was Albus Dumbledore.
Albus pulled out what looked like a silver cigarette lighter and clicked it. Shock gasped as one by one the lights on Privet Draive went out. Dumbledore smiled at the cat, which quickly turned into a woman. Our teenage witch was not phased by this as Oogie Boogie could transform into a pure white grimm. This Albus and Minerva talked about things that didn't concern Shock, but she stayed having the sense that something was to happen.
A low rumbling sound had broken the silence around them. Then, a large motorcycle fell out of the sky. Shock tip- toed forward, wanting to get a better look at what eveyone was fussing over.
In a bundle of cloth lay a baby. A baby with jet black tufts of hair, and a lightning bolt scar. Above him was his name, in white lettering.
Harold Potter
Dumbledore oblivious to his extra audience member took Harry and gently placed him on the doorstep of Number 4. Extracting a letter from his pocket, he placed it in the bundle and walked back. Shock ran to the graveyard, wanting to tell Jack of her findings.
Hagrid started to cry like a wounded dog, causing Minerva to scold him. When all three adults finally dispersied a gust of wind blew, ruffling Harry's hair, and whispering a song.
{...Boys and girls of every age...}
Harry sighed and turned over in his sleep.