Okay, so the AN is at the beginning of this chapter since I feel I need to give a warning about this chapter's contents…

The relationship portrayed in this chapter is pure GEN, there is NO romantic relationship between these two slash or otherwise. Now it does admittedly seem like they're together, and that was a complete accident on my part, but their relationship is purely generic as neither of them are in any way 'sexual beings'.

CHOSEN OF FROST

Throwing himself through the air, Harry dove for the dumpster, hoping to hide behind it until Dudley's small mind lost attention and he wandered off.

Instead of hitting the green metal bin, he swore he felt the wind picking up, lifting him higher than he thought possible and depositing him safely on the roof of the school. As he heard Dudley's voice screaming violent war-cries, Harry reacted on instinct and scrambled to hide behind one of the school's chimneys, ducking behind it as he clamped his eyes shut and wished.

Sitting as still as a rock, Harry held his breath and strained his ears to focus on the sounds of Dudley and his gang as they searched around the dead end for him. After what felt like years, he slowly let the air escape his lungs as he heard Dudley muttering something about getting hungry before leading his goons out of the dead end and towards the school cafeteria.

Shivering as he leaned back against the brick chimney, Harry stiffened as he swore he heard a voice on the wind, a quiet whispered "Oops, sorry 'bout that kid".

Eyes snapping open, Harry looked around the rooftop for the speaker, before twisting around and peering around the chimney, careful not to be seen by anyone below him on the ground. Frowning slightly when he saw no-one, he pulled back behind the chimney, freezing completely as he heard the sound of someone shifting on their feet.

Swallowing sharply, he slowly raised his head, eyes sweeping up the chimney and to a pair of two bare feet equal with his head. Still moving, Harry stared as he took in the bright clothing and the pure white hair, blue eyes twinkling at him merrily.

"Now now, kid," the older boy, no more than eighteen years of age, murmured slowly. "Don't go looking at me like that, you'll get ol' Jack's hopes up you will".

Blinking slowly, Harry just tilted his head. "You don't look old," he corrected cautiously – he didn't know if this boy would want to talk to him, or would just shout at him for speaking like everyone else did.

"You'll be surprised," 'Jack' muttered under his breath bitterly, shaking his head for a moment before it whipped around with a painful sounding crack, overbalancing the boy who yelped as he fell off the chimney he'd been perching on. "You!" Jack exclaimed as Harry circled the chimney to watch the white-haired boy in concern, "You can see me?"

"I can see you," Harry confirmed hesitantly, not entirely sure about why this was such a surprising thing for him.

The boy started shaking, Harry fearing for a moment he was either hurt or afraid, right up until he let out a scream of delight and dove at Harry to lift him up into a surprisingly cold hug. "You can see me! YOU CAN SEE ME!" Jack shouted happily, swinging Harry around in circles as he danced across the rooftop.

When Jack finally set him down, the white-haired boy stared at him intently, fingers wrapping around Harry's wrist as a thoughtful look flashed across his face. "You can see me," Jack repeated to himself again, tilting his head and frowning to himself, "Now what? We're going to be friends, of course," he added with a grin, "But what do we do now?"

As the grin on the boy's face turned slightly mischievous and a faint blue light shown in his eyes, Harry felt himself both bracing for something outrageous to happen – and surprising, unnaturally so – he felt himself preparing to be the one actually doing it. Maybe for once he could actually be responsible for causing trouble, something that he was strangely looking forward to.

"What's your name?' Jack asked quickly, lifting Harry up and setting him down on the chimney. "I'm Jack".

"Harry, Harry Potter".

"Well Harry," Jack began as he grabbed Harry's hand and deposited a snowball in it, "Do you wanna have some fun?"

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Yawning as he woke, Harry stretched out slowly, pulling a face as his hand thumped down on the other empty and warm side of the bed.

It was warm… Jack must have already gotten up – a while ago too if Harry couldn't feel any of the spirit's residual body cold.

Kicking his blankets back and pulling himself out of bed, Harry scratched at his bare chest as he brushed aside the curtain that doubled as the bedroom door, moving through into the kitchen seeking food.

"You know you cannot keep him here!"

Faltering at the loud Russian voice that echoed through the door-less house, Harry quickly made himself cereal and padded on bare feet through the snow-covered floor to peer into the living room.

"I don't see why not. He is mine after all".

Blinking slowly as he watched Jack squaring off against Santa Clause, a floating golden man and a giant kangaroo, Harry just pulled the curtain door to the side and leaned against the door-frame, not wanting to miss what was obviously a discussion about him. Unless, of course, Jack had other boys around here that he claimed as his own. And if he did then he and Harry needed to have a few words about sharing, and about how Harry doesn't.

"He is not yours!" Santa shouted at Jack, confusing Harry as to his Russian accent as the large man tugged at his beard in frustration. "He is the Saviour! His people need him! You cannot keep him locked up here away from his family!"

"I'd hardly call those loathsome humans he lived with family," Jack argued from where he was perched casually atop his staff, "Nor would I call it 'locking him up', considering that this place doesn't have any doors or windows, just big empty holes with pieces of cloth hanging up to keep out the animals".

"I don't think you understand what I'm saying here Frost," Santa exclaimed.

"Oh no, I do," Jack corrected with a grin, "But what you don't understand, is that I found him, and finders keepers, losers weepers. Besides, I don't share," he added as a dark look flashed across his boyish face.

"You are keeping him from his destiny brat, that's what you can't seem to get through that thick skull o' yours!" the Kangaroo spat angrily in a fitting Australian accent. "'Sides, you don't get to 'keep' humans, it's against the Laws!" the Kangaroo continued as he shifted his weight on Harry's armchair.

Wait… on Harry's armchair…

Eyes narrowing dangerously, Harry took a moment to silently approve of the hateful look Jack shot the Kangaroo sitting in his armchair, turning his attention to raising his hand and making a 'come here' gesture towards his bedroom.

"Funny that," Jack snorted, blue eyes flicking to the doorway to meet Harry's green ones. "Destiny don't like being rushed. Trust me, she ended up chasing me out of her place with a bat when I tried. When she wants this 'prophecy' of the humans to be completed then she's set things in motion herself".

"Now listen here," Santa began as Harry's fingers curled around the warm wooden shaft (snigger) of his staff, feeling the power in his chest linking to that of the air around him.

"YOU LISTEN!" Jack shouted, Harry tensing up as he watched the winter spirit flipping off his staff and landing in a casual combat-ready stance. "My boy ain't going nowhere!" he snarled out, the temperature dropping sharply as Harry set his bowl down and prepared for a fight if one broke out. "And he especially ain't going anywhere you want him to. It's not like you have any power over him, is it? After all, he ain't one of the little pretty lights on your globe is he?"

"You know of the Globe?" Santa blurted, looking shocked and slightly defensive.

"I snuck Harry in for his thirteenth birthday," Jack confessed with a lazy shrug, "Those yeti of yours are terrible security guards, they left a window open and everything," he explained as Harry watched a small bird-like creature flutter in past the curtain covering the window.

"As did you Jack," the creature said in a feminine voice, "Sorry I'm late. A young girl in China had a fortunate accident with a two-by-four. She has the most lovely teeth".

"Touch my teeth and I'll eat you," Jack threatened bluntly as he clapped his hands over his mouth instantly, narrowing his eyes at who was obviously the Tooth Fairy.

"Sorry Jack, your teeth are so pretty I can't help myself," the Tooth Fairy apologised sheepishly.

"Yeah, well that's not all you lot can't help is it?" Jack muttered dismissively as he turned on Santa and strode across the room, jabbing the butt of his staff into the man's belly accusingly. "Where're all Harry's Christmas presents?" he demanded before turning on the Kangaroo, "His Easter Eggs? And I already know where his teeth are," Jack finished as he glanced over at the Tooth Fairy, "I've had to sneak them away from him because he gave up on putting them under his pillow years before he met me".

Easter Eggs? Wait… was that Kangaroo the Easter Bunny? Fingers clenching around his staff (snigger again), Harry couldn't help but mentally target the Bunny first for when the fight broke out. He had quite the bone to pick with that rabbit.

"Jack. You know – not now Sandy," Santa dismissed, waving the golden man out of the way as he shot in front of the large man and gestured wildly. "You know it's not like that," he continued as Harry smirked at the golden man who glanced at him, wringing his hands nervously.

Oh looky. The Sandman had noticed him.

"That's exactly what it's like," Jack corrected with a sniff. "So thanks, but no thanks, we're fine on our own. We're used to it," he added just to watch Santa and the Tooth Fairy flinch.

"Now listen here!" the Easter Bunny snarled angrily, launching himself at Jack, letting out an adorable squeak as a blast of compressed air hit him mid-air and threw him through the open doorway instead.

"Oh by the Man in the Moon I've wanted to do that for years," Jack murmured as the other three spirits slowly turned to stare at Harry in shock. "Morning Harry!" he added cheerfully as he bounced across the room, his staff held casually in his hand even as they both stood ready for counter-attack, "Pleasant sleep?"

"I got hot after you left," Harry dead-panned, not moving his eyes away from any of the still staring spirits.

"Do you think he knows we're in the middle of the Arctic," the Tooth Fairy stage-whispered to Santa who was just shaking his head in denial.

"Oh Jack," the red man whispered slowly, "You didn't".

"Nope. I didn't," Jack agreed simply. "What didn't I do again?" he asked after a moment's pause.

"You know the Laws Jack," Santa continued, "He can't be allowed to stay like this".

"Well he can't be changed back either," Jack shot back with a sneer, "And he might as well stay here with me – like he wants to – since he can't exactly go back to the real world. How would people react when they find out he ain't completely human any more".

"The Man in Moon will find a way," Santa declared confidently before pausing and glancing around, "Where's Aster? The Bunny?" he clarified when both teenagers just stared at them blankly.

"Oh that, I sent him down to Timbuktu," Harry dismissed, "What? It rhymed with 'Kangaroo', it was the first place I could think of".

"Any way Ol' Jolly," Jack interrupted as Santa opened his mouth to speak, "The Man in the Moon? He's not gonna do a thing. Not when he's the one who made Harry half-spirit in the first place".

CHOSEN OF FROST

Inspired by Provider of Odd's Power Beacon challenge.

The Undercover Operative cannot claim to own either Harry Potter or Rise of the Guardians.