Okay, I am quite aware of my other stories... but i have become obsessed with RotG! The movie was incredible! Jack Frost in my Cartoon hubby. 3 No flames for that comment!

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot. If I owned any of it, there would be gay love... (Jackrabbits hijacking drarry padmoonies!)

Warning: Gay love. I am calling this pairing Jacky(completely un-creative, feel free to throw better pairing names at me), mentions of child abuse and rape. I plan to have a racey scene or two. possible mpreg

Also! I would very much like it if someone drew my or photoshopped me or whatever a cover for this story! If you do then just send a link to it but otherwise:

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Harry loved winter. Winter brought snow and frost that glittered a happy greeting in the pale moonlight. Ice formed in crystallized clusters along the low limbs of the bare trees. It was a cold beauty that was familiar to him. Before he had gotten his Hogwarts letter, his winters with the Dursley's had been spent outside. They did not care if he got sick or if he froze. It was the only time that Harry could ever recall being happy in his childhood. He had felt safe, protected by the snowflakes that danced a slow dance with the wind about his head as he sat in the tiny park in Surry.

After he received that letter, he began to lose his close relationship with winter. The warmth of friendship and acceptance drew him in, away from winter's frigid embrace. Harry would not realize this until the summer after every year, when there was no comfort to be had from the abuse of his only relatives. He would mourn silently but no matter how much he regretted breaking that bond every year, that deceiving warmth would once again pull him in. He found out later that it was, indeed, a very deceptive, cruel, false sort of warmth. No one stayed by his side as the war with Voldemort progressed into their fifth year.

It was almost too easy in the end. As fifth year came to a close, Voldemort sent a vision to Harry depicting the torture of his godfather, the only person Harry could trust after the betrayal of his two best friends. He had gone to anyone who would listen and by the time they set out, only three people joined him. Neville and Luna had come, along with Ginny Weasley who felt that it was the least she could do after what her brother had done. But it had been a trap and they were horribly outnumbered.

Soon after the attack began, the Order arrived. The tides turned quickly and for a split second, Harry thought that everything would work out. Until, without a sound it seemed, Sirius fell through the veil and was lost forever. Everything he was trying to avoid happened in an instant and it was his entire fault! His blood ran cold and his eyes flashed with despair and rage. He was giving chase to the one responsible before he even knew what he was doing. Everything after that was a blur of desperation and fury that he could not bring himself to remember. By the time he was thinking straight, Voldemort was gone forever.

It was explained to him vaguely that Voldemort had attempted to possess him but his magic had been in such a state of chaos in response to his emotions that it had torn the snake apart from the inside. He did not pay much attention after that. He now had no one. Neville and Luna might have been his friends, but he knew that they did not know what Ron and Hermione had done.

That summer was the worst one. Harry had no one to rescue him or protect him anymore. The cupboard was once again his room and the beatings, which had never really gone away, became frequent again. The 'games' started up again. Harry had never liked these games when he was too little to comprehend what was happening except that it hurt and he just wanted it to stop. But he knew now and that only made it worse.

Sixth year started again with no one the wiser and this time, when winter came, Harry welcomed it as an old friend. Flurries of snow once again danced around him to a silent melody only the wind knew and despite everything wrong in his life, he was happy. He was content to watch the snow fall and the lake freeze. Winter was once again his only comfort.

As the days got colder, he began to venture farther than the lake. He would stare longingly out the forest edge before turning away, whispering 'Tomorrow… tomorrow.' until finally, he stepped into the tree line and disappeared into the shadowed depths. The snow became scattered along the ground as the trees thickened. Harry began to feel a light wisp of foreign magic brush with his own so he expanded his own to take it in.

He nearly collapsed.

This magic was so pure. It was raw, refreshing, like peppermint and so addicting. He could not stop himself from drawing more into him, mixing it with his own. He was distantly aware of a delicate but eternal bond settling snuggly into the back of his mind. He was even less aware of the changes to his person. The very tips of his raven curls bled into a slivery white and shavings of ice flecked across the emerald of his eyes like stained glass. His body temperature dropped sharply without his notice and his once tan skin became white as unblemished snow. His face and body became more curved as the bond strengthened.

When Harry opened his eyes, the first things he saw were the large, ice blue eyes of a teenage boy. He was a much taller teenage boy with wild, windswept hair as white as snow who wore a blue hooded jacket that seemed to have frost on it and worn brown pants. He was also bare-foot and carried a staff that was almost taller than he was. The staff looked delicate but Harry could tell that it was very powerful. He almost reached out to touch it when he realized that the magic coursing through that staff was the same as before. This boy must be where it came from.

The boy leaned lazily against the staff and smirked. "Hey there, kid."

Harry blinked in silent astonishment. "I-I'm sorry… um do I… know you?"

"Nope." The boy popped the 'p' as he replied. "Name's Jack Frost."

"Oh." Harry responded shortly before his eyes suddenly lit in recognition. "Oh! I know you! My aunt used to tell my cousin all kind of stories about Santa Claus and the tooth fairy. You were mentioned a few times. But I thought they were just stories."

"Hah!" Jack exclaimed. "I'm too awesome to be some made up story."

Harry was about to reply but sneezed, snowflakes being lodged into the air all around them. Jack blinked repeatedly before, with curiosity shining brightly in his eyes, he raised his hand and tapped an ice cold finger against Harry's nose. He sneezed again, snowflakes drifting in the air around them. Jack burst into laughter, using his staff to hold him up as each bought nearly had him doubled over. "Oh this is just great! I'm calling you Snowflake."

Harry huffed indignantly. "My name is Harry!"

"So?" Jack questioned lightly. "I like Snowflake." With that, Jack tapped his nose causing him to sneeze once more. "That's just too cute."

"I'm not cute!" Harry growled. "I am a cunning, vicious panther! Or something…"

Jack snorted, a mischievous smirk spreading across his face. "More like a kitten… named Snowflake."

Harry glared and twisted on his heel, preparing to walk away. Jack Frost was bothersome! He might have been the spirit of his favorite season and yes, Harry did feel very connected to him but he was very annoyed right then. He only made it a few steps before Jack was once again in front of him, looking apologetic. "Aw don't leave! I won't make you sneeze again!" He put on his best kicked-puppy look.

"And you won't call me Snowflake?" Jack opened his mouth to reply before appearing to think it over. "Sorry, can't do that."

Harry sighed in exasperation. "Fine…"

Jack whooped excitedly making it snow more. The magic from earlier washed over Harry again. He leaned closer, trying to take in more and this time, his magic searched out the source and he knew that he was not the only one to feel it this time. The bond that was so faint before now jumped to the forefront of both of their minds. Their eyes locked. They both knew now that they would need the others magic around them at all costs. That was how magical bonds worked.

"Wow…" Jack whispered in awe. "The others are going to be so jealous!"

Harry laughed. He was so happy! "When you say 'others' you mean Santa right?"

"Yeah and Tooth and Sandy!"

"What about the Easter Bunny?" Harry questioned softly.

"Oh him?" Jack huffed. "He's a grumpy old Kangaroo that can't take a joke." Jack mumbled. Suddenly, his head snapped up in excitement. "I'll just take you up to North's place and introduce you to everyone!"

Harry became excited and nodded vigorously. Maybe now he could ask why Santa had never given him anything.

I know that most of you will think this so let me say this: I know it is moving fast. That was the plan. It is not due to horrible writing skills though some would protest. I want Jack and Harry to get together quickly because there will be a time when it is relevant.

About the bonding: I have it in my head the Harry's magic would be very independent. I also believe that Jack's magic would be particularly attractive (for magic) So it stands to reason the Harry's magic would seek out Jack's and form a close bond. It is NOT a mate bond or anything like that. Now that their magic is linked, they will literally need to be around one another in order to control their respective magics.

About Harry's appearance change: Because Jack is a guardian, the two magic would have destroyed each other had Harry's magic not adapted, thus causing Harry to "adapt" as well. Thats how it is in my head canon.

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