Hello my pretties! I am back! I just saw Rise of the Guardians and I couldn't resist. STOP JUDGING ME! Anywho, Point of No Return is still in production. Expect an update soon, as well as ACADAAW. Yes, this is going to be a slash fanfiction between Jack and Harry. So tell me if you like this taster chapter, the next one will be longer, I promise. The Christmas Holidays are coming up here in Aussie, so I'll have more time to write! YAY! See you soon, my lovelies, and don't forget to review!

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He had done it. They had won the War. Finally, Voldemort had been defeated, struck down by a reflected killing curse. How quaint. Harry stumbled through the bloody halls of Hogwarts. It was all too clear that there had been a battle hours before. Harry stepped tiredly over a chuck of the castle wall, blasted out of its place. When he had gotten away from the crowds, all he wanted to do was sleep. He had a bone-deep tiredness; one he didn't think would be cured around people congratulating him for committing murder. That's what it was, really. Harry felt bile rise in his throat. He had murdered someone. Shoving the dark thoughts to the back of his mind, he continued his trek. He didn't think that going to the tower would be wise, the dormitories were easy to find and he really didn't want to be hounded by fans.

Would the Room of Requirements still work? Harry thought to himself. It had been subjected to fiendfire beforehand, but it might be worth a shot.

Now with a destination in mind, he continued up to the third floor.

Harry opened the door carefully, ready to slam it close if the fiendfire found its way through. All he saw, though, was a cosy little room with normal, everyday fire lit up in the fireplace. But what really caught his attention was the double bed in the middle of the room. With a groan of appreciation, Harry stumbled into the room, closing the door behind him. Slipping out of his shoes and shirt, he slumped into the bed, letting himself relax the first time that night and feel into the deepest sleeps he had ever had.

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Man in the Moon had been watching Harry for some time now. In fact, ever since he was nearly killed on Halloween night. He had watched the struggles the boy went through. Watched as he made life changing sacrifices. The boy was self-less. He watched now as the young man collapsed into the bed made for his needs, and entered one of the most peaceful sleeps the boy had in a very long time. Should he put his plan into motion? It would be beneficial for the boy, and even Jack Frost if everything went accordingly. With a final nod, Manny made his decision. Harry James Potter would become the spirit of Halloween.