"There, look."
"Where?"
"Next to the tall kid with the red hair."
"Wearing the glasses?"
"Did you see his face?"
"Did you see his scar?"
Whispers followed Harry the moment he left his dormitory the next morning. People outside classrooms always trying to get a better look, all of them staring.
It was clear that Harry wished they didn't and Jack helped when he could, mostly by making spots of very slippery ice underneath them so when they stood on tiptoe they would fall over.
But all these unwanted fans were just a speck in the troubles Jack and his friends had to deal with.
The real trouble was finding your way because there were 142 different staircases at Hogwarts that liked to change every now and again.
Whenever they did Jack would mumble to himself that he wished he could just fly up or down them to get where he needed to get to.
The ghosts didn't really help either.
"Why do they always have to come out of the doors and walls like that?" Ron asked one morning when one did just that scaring him "Shut up Jack..." he said because Jack was laughing a little saying Ron had jumped about a foot in the air.
"Aw come on Ron, at least they're not as bad as Peeves," Jack said finally calming down.
It was true Peeves really was not much help at all, especially if you were running late, but it seemed that he left Jack Frost alone, or at least didn't pull such mean jokes on him, probably remembering the first night here.
"Tell us that after you meet Filch," Harry said on Jack's other side as they made their way to the Great Hall.
"You still haven't told me how that happened," Jack asked needing to be told because he wasn't with them.
"We were trying to get through a door, right?" Ron began "And it turned out it was the one to the out of bounds third floor corridor."
"He got mad, and was threatening us, something about being locked in the dungeons," Harry continued "But then Professor Quirrell showed up and saved us."
"Well it's that cat of his that I hate the most," Jack said honestly as the saw here a few yard ahead of them "There's something off about her, always following me when I'm alone as if I would cause trouble. As if that would ever happen..." he said with a hint of sarcasm as he lightly tapped his wand on the wall and made a flurry of frost patterns appear all over it making Ron and Harry roll their eyes.
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And once you found your way to them there were the lessons themselves.
Jack was surprised that he hardly knew anything about real magic, despite the fact that that's the world he had been living in for the last 300 years.
It seemed the only class Jack was reasonably good at was Astronomy, where they had to study the night skies through their telescopes every Wednesday at midnight and learn all the different stars, constellations and the movement of the planets.
'Probably something to do with always looking to the Moon asking him to talk to me' Jack thought to himself grinning when he got an answer right that little miss know it all Hermione Granger didn't know.
Three times a week they went out to the green houses to learn about Herbology with Professor Sprout, where they learnt about all the different and strange plants and fungi and what they were for.
Jack found he wasn't too bad at that either because of a friend of his call Gaia, a spirit of nature who could control all the plants and cared for all the different forests in the world.
As he was pruning one of the many potted plants one morning he looked out to the Forbidden Forest and wondered if Gaia may be one of the creatures in there.
Easily the most boring subject was History of Magic, which was the only class taught by a ghost.
Jack had tried to make it more fun by sneaking out of his seat and up behind Professor Binns to mimic him one time, but, even though he had got a few laughs he was spotted and lost Gryffindor 5 points for disrupting the class.
The teacher Jack liked the most was the Charms teacher, Professor Flitwick, mostly because he reminded him of Sandy.
He was a tiny little wizard who had to stand on a stack of books to see over his desk.
At the start of the very first lesson, he took the register, and when he reached Harry's name he gave a small excited squeak and toppled out of sight.
Professor McGonagall was also different and Jack was right on not getting on her bad side.
Strict and clever, she gave the class a good talking to the moment they had sat down to begin their first class, saying the Transfiguration is a serious business and that if she found anyone messing around in her class will leave and not come back.
A few eyes turned to Jack at that but surprisingly he was giving her his utter most attention a small grin on his face.
He had been wanting to learn how to transfigure things ever since he read about it in his books, and when he said 'things' he meant 'Bunny'.
After seeing her turn her desk into a pig and back, and taking some complicated notes they were each given a match and started trying to turn it into a needle.
At the end of the lesson, only Hermione Granger had managed to make any difference to her match.
Then there was Professor Quirrell and Defense Against The Dark Arts, which everybody was looking forward to, but were let down by the strong smell of garlic the room was giving off said to ward off the vampire he met in Romania.
His turban he told them was a gift from an African prince as a thank you for getting rid of a zombie, but Jack didn't believe this story. Mostly because he knew that Death never let any zombies or monsters out from the world of the dead unless it was Halloween, and Africa didn't celebrate that.
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Friday was an important day for the three Gryffindor boys. They finally made it down to the Great Hall for breakfast, without getting lost once.
"What have we got today?" Jack asked spreading some jam on his toast.
"Double potions with the Slytherins," said Ron checking the time-table "Snape's Head of Slytherin house. They all say he favours them – we'll be able to see if it's true."
"Wish McGonagall favoured us," Harry said, tucking into his porridge.
Just then the post arrived. Jack had got used to this now, but was surprised on the first morning when about 100 owls came swooping in to the Great Hall.
Jack looked up wondering if he would see Archimedes, it had been five days since he sent that 'I am here' letter to them, and they hadn't replied yet.
But today his owl came to land in front of him carrying a small basket of treats and a letter in his beak.
"Thanks," he said giving Archie some of his toast "Wait a sec..." he said looking at the owls back seeing... Quickly he grabbed the basket, owl, letter, and his bag and said he'd see Ron and Harry at potions and rushed out of the Hall.
When he was in a deserted corridor, he set Archie down and looked at... "Baby Tooth what are you doing here?" he asked in a slight stern voice.
Flying up Baby Tooth squeaked and gave Jack the letter she had in her hands.
'Jack, Baby Tooth really wanted to be with you and asked if she could visit. I said she could stay as long as she doesn't get into any trouble.
Tooth'
"I guess that's sort of a fair deal," Jack said sending Archie to the Owlery now reading that letter.
'Jack, well done on getting in Gryffindor.
We have no say on why Tooth, Bunny, and I missed out on giving Harry Potter our attention. Especially since all three of us are sure we visited him.
We will look into it some more.
Good luck with your lessons
The Guardians.
Rolling his eyes thinking to himself that that wasn't really all that useful, Jack looked into the basket, saw some chocolate eggs, cookies, a mini book of stories, and some sugar-free sweets.
Checking his watch, Jack told Baby Tooth to take the basket to his dormitory and to stay there.
Saluting, the mini fairy took the basket and took off, just as Jack rushed to the dungeons only just making it.
Potions lessons took place down in the cold creepy dungeons, which in Jack's opinion, reminded him of Pitch's lair.
Snape, like Flitwick, started by taking the register, and like Flitwick, paused at Harry's name.
"Ah yes," he said softly "Harry Potter. Our new – celebrity."
The Slytherin's sniggered at that behind their hands.
And it only got worse from there.
Before this lesson, Jack Frost had thought the one person in the world he hated the most was Pitch Black.
Now, after the lesson, he could honestly say that that title was replaced by Snape.
As Snape took the second point off of Gryffindor from Harry, from not telling Neville the he was meant to add the quills, Jack's hand reached for his wand, but Ron stopped him and Harry from speaking back to Snape.
"Don't push it," he muttered "I've heard Snape can be very nasty."
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As they were climbing out of the dungeons an hour later Jack was wondering if he could somehow get a message to Pitch asking him to give Snape the worst nightmares in his life, when something Ron said made him loose his train of thought.
"Snape's always taking points off of Fred and George."
"Oh yeah?" Jack said grinning "For what?"
"Well there was one time, when they somehow got into his private store room and swapped all the labels around," Ron said getting a snort from Jack "The only reason they got found out, it seems was that one of them broke a jar and they got covered in sticky gooey stuff and were stuck there until he found them. He was furious. Sent letters home, with the say that if they were in his house they would have been expelled."
As they get to the Entrance Hall, Ron turned back to Harry asking if he could come see Hagrid with him that afternoon.
"Sure, you can come too if you like, Jack," Harry said smiling, happy again.
"I'll come, but I'll need to visit the dormitories' first." Jack said.
When the lessons were over that afternoon as said, Jack went up to Gryffindor Tower while Harry and Ron went across the grounds to see Hagrid.
He was almost there, when he came across Fred and George.
"No, no we can't prank a fellow Prankster," one of them was saying.
"Dear brother, we need to prank him to see what level he stands at in our Royal Pranking chart." the other said.
"Or you can just ask," Jack asked loudly making them jump and spin around.
"Ja...ck!" they say together grinning.
"Guessing you heard that then?" Fred asked.
"A fair bit yes." Jack said nodding telling the Twins to follow him to the dorm room where he was welcomed by Baby Tooth.
"Whoa, what the heck is that? Ow!" George asked getting pricked by Baby, insulted that she was called a 'That'.
"This is Baby Tooth, one of the Tooth Fairy's helpers," Jack said looking into his trunk pulling out a rather thick book holding all the pranks Jack Frost has ever pulled.
"Um, ok..." the Twins said not sure what to say.
"If that's true then why is she with you? Unless?"
"No. No he can't be."
"Jack... Are you the real 'Jack Frost'?"
"The one and only," Jack said grinning and bowing to them "Before you get all excited and ask questions, I'm here on 'Official Business' to watch over Harry, and keep him safe from Voldemort, because Dumbledore thinks he's still out there. So you're not to tell anyone without my say so that I'm really Jack Frost got it?"
After getting nods from the two red heads, Jack gave them the book.
"Jack this starts in the 1700's," George pointed out confused.
"I know," Jack said helping himself to some chocolate eggs "That's when I came into existence." This only got more confused looks.
"I'll tell you my life story and about my friends and the other Guardians later, but right now I need to meet Harry and Ron down at Hagrid's. See you later."
