Wow! Thanks to all the reviews and the messages of support! I hope that you will continue to enjoy it! The song is Ghost of a Rose by Blackmores Night

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The valley green was so serene

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Pitch wasn't entirely sure how it happened that Waif was curled up by his side as he slept. Spirits like them didn't need sleep, but it seemed to help keep Waif balanced; and Pitch couldn't find it in him to wake the smaller figure. He stroked his long fingers through Waif's eternally messy hair; it was surprisingly soft to the touch. The Guardian's wanted Waif… but he wouldn't let that happen…Ever.

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A maiden fair, in despair… Once had met her true love there

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Time passed for them far quicker for them than it did for the mortals. Pitch was forced to watch more changes take place in Waif. Over time Waif would continue to try and save the children, but he had begun to accept that he would never be able to help them. He would simply stand over the child and his tears would fall as his mournful cries filled the area. Pitch would always tenderly brush them away and hold Waif close until his despair had passed.

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"Do you miss your life before becoming Pitch Black?"

The question came so suddenly that Pitch paused in his stroll. Waif was floating aimlessly above him as he carelessly asked such a startling question. His eyes flashed gold for a minute before they calmed back to silver. "I do not dwell on the past."

For a few moments Waif was silent. He floated down and landed on Pitch's shoulder. His weight more than light enough for the Boogeyman to support. He wrapped his arms around Pitch and tenderly kissed his temple "I'm glad that I'm with you Pitch…"

The Prince of Nightmares did not respond but he felt his cheeks darken as he gently grasped Waif's wrist and pressed a small kiss against it "I too am glad."

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Promise me…you'll think of me…

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Nothing like this had ever happened before.

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They had merely been traveling in the shadows when suddenly they were trapped in a strange light.

There was a man with golden hair shouting in excitement. "This is going in my next book! Gilderoy Lockhart catches a Banshee!"

Pitch sneered at the mortal. He had forgotten that wizards were still around in this day and age. However they were usually much more…subtle than this fool. He summoned his sand and it came to him but sluggishly. He would use his Nightmares to break free and then he would unleash his wrath upon the mortal.

There was a cry to his left and Pitch whirled in time to see Waif's pained expression before he disappeared and a trunk the wizard had next to him slammed shut.

The spell holding him was released but he was weakened from the sudden strain on his powers. His eyes were gold as he glared at the wizard who was currently performing a spell on his companion. It seemed he was altering the person's mind but Pitch paid no attention to them. His eyes were locked on the chest that currently held Waif.

He felt his strength returning and his sand pooled angrily around him taking shape and preparing to tear apart the fool who dared to take Waif from him. Before he could release his beauties the man touched a talisman and disappeared.

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Once again Pitch was frozen. But it wasn't by any strange barrier this time. It was a simple thought that held him still.

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Waif had been taken from him.

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I love you so, Never let go.

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Standing there in a clearing surrounded by his anxious Nightmares Pitch was once again alone.

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North was striding through his workshop when something caught his attention. Since he had discovered there was a Lost Boy he had made a habit of keeping an eye on the black light. When he did his usual peek he saw that it was flickering. "Hmm…" He stroked his long white beard as he studied it "That is strange…" He murmured to himself.

"What's strange?" A voice chirped up next to him.

North was startled for a moment before giving a fond sigh. Now that he was finally allowed in Jack favored stopping into his shop when he had the time. Which was often.

He pointed a large hand to the flickering light "That is Waif, but why it is flickering I do not know…"

Jack floated over to the globe and balanced on his staff as he studied it "Is he in danger?" He traced the black light carefully and then dashed backwards when the light suddenly vanished from its location and appeared in England. "Can he do that?"

North's expression darkened "No he cannot…But there are some who can…"

The older man thought for a moment longer before shaking his head "We must find Pitch and find out what is going on. This could be very dangerous."

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Pitch had not moved from the clearing, but he was no longer frozen. He was studying the marks left by those who had taken Waif. He was drawing one long finger down a charred mark when a portal opened revealing North and Jack stepping out. He withdrew his hand and straightened. If they had something to do with this…His eyes flashed gold at the thought.

Jack looked around curiously "Hey Pitch, where's Waif?"

Pitch sneered at the frost spirit; he seemed unusually fond of Waif. "Indeed he is not here…Perhaps you know something about that?" He snarled as he summoned his Nightmares, they came faster this time and they snorted as they studied the two in front of them. Reflecting his impatience to find the truth.

"No no Pitch…We saw his light flicker and vanish. That is not usual no?" North was interested in Pitch's reaction. It was reasonable that he would assume the Guardian's had something to do with Waith's disappearance considering their less then genial meeting.

Golden eyes studied the two before slowly fading back to silver "No that is not usual…. We were ambushed and trapped. Someone came and took him." Pitch growled out the words as his Nightmares pawed the ground anxiously. "He called himself something ridiculous like Gilderoy Lockhart…He trapped Waif in a trunk and vanished before I could recover." It was obvious that this admission pained Pitch.

North stroked his beard thoughtfully "They took him? How could they see him? This is not like the Wizards at all…"

Turning sharply Pitch growled at North "Like them or no I will find Waif and I will punish those who took them from me."

There was a gleam in North's blue eyes as he smiled slowly "How much do you want Waif back?"

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Her spirit wild, heart of a child…

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Waif slowly opened his eyes and stared up at a room he had never seen before. The man from the clearing was suddenly standing over him "Oh look at him…A magnificent specimen…"

He tried to sit up but found he was somehow bound to a chair. His cowl smoked around him as he struggled, trying to fly away. He turned frightened green eyes to the man who was now poking him with a stick and muttering to himself. Why had he taken him? Where was Pitch? He parted his lips and screeched shattering the several mirrors that were in the room.

"I suggest Lockhart, that if you are insistent on keeping a Banshee that you learn to silence it."

The new voice came from a man who was standing in the doorway. He wore all black and had a severe expression on his pale lined face. In a way he reminded Waif of Pitch.

The blond man, Lockhart, gave a strained laugh "Of course of course...Now which one should I use? I know so many after all it's hard to think of which is most suitable for a Banshee."

The dour man seemed to express exasperation without anything more than a twitch of his lips "Perhaps a Silenceo would be best?"

The foppish blond man chuckled "Well I suppose if you want to something basic that will work." He pointed his stick at Waif's face and with a flash of light Waif could speak no more. His last defense was taken from him and he watched helplessly as the man continued to poke at him.

Lucky for him the man in black asked the question he had been wondering "Now that you have a Banshee Lockhart what do you intend to do with it?"

The one poking him seemed to talk to himself for a moment "Oh well I'll use him to teach the students of course. He'll also provide some valuable research for my next book. It'll be fascinating to see what defensive spells work on a Banshee…You are more than welcome to use him for your potions Snape."

The man strode forward and with a sharp motion grabbed Lockhart's wand and forced it away from Waif. "You know as well as I do that experimentation on magical creatures is forbidden."

Lockhart merely smiled charmingly "Well yes of course…but sacrifices must be made for the sake of research…"

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For the first time since meeting Pitch, Waif felt the cold grip of fear seize him as he heard the man's words.

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Promise me, when you see, a white rose you'll think of me.

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Pitch had found himself rather unhappily in a meeting with the Guardian's. Tooth at least tried to be cordial to him. Though she was still on her guard and did not let any of her fairies near him. Bunny seemed more likely to fight him than help him find Waif. Sandman seemed focused on finding the Lost Boy and Jack seemed highly amused. North seemed pleased over all and Pitch reminded himself he was suffering through this temporary alliance in order to save Waif.

That's when he felt it.

Waif's fear.

He stilled and his hand unconsciously gripped where his heart lay still beneath his chest. "Waif is frightened…I can feel it."

Even Bunny dropped his aggressive stance "Can ya tell what's happenin' to the kit?"

Pitch ignored the sharp retort that came to his tongue and instead focused on Waif "I can only tell what he fears most…Usually his fears are on being alone or hated again but…" He pushed himself to find what Fear had risen to the forefront "Pain…he's frightened of pain…"

Pitch let out a rough noise of frustration. Whatever was happening to Waif…they were hurting him.

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I will be your ghost of a rose…

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North frowned darkly at the revelation. Turning to the globe he pointed to England "He is there. Wizards are tricky but we will find him."

Pitch felt a brief flicker of gratitude but silenced it viciously. He would find Waif. Destroy those who took him. And once again they would be together.

That was a promise.

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When all was done she turned to run. Dancing to the setting sun…I will be your ghost of a rose.

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Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed the little surprise twist!