Wrong Side of the Moon

Chapter I -Banshee-

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"Talking"

Dream/Memory/Letter/Journal/Book/Newspaper

Time change/Date of time

Change of POV

Chapter I

–Banshee–

2008

HJP's POV

Harry left the Burgess only during the day. He hated moon time. Manny always tried to finish whatever it had started. Harry didn't want it. He jumped unto his Firebolt and flew out. Pitch let him do whatever he wanted. He was free to go and come as he pleased. Besides, the man was the Bogeyman, he always followed Harry through his shadow with one of his Shadowmen to check on him. It felt good to be able to fly.

Harry frowned at feeling a pull and followed it to a small town and to some playing children. It looked like it was winter. The youngest, a girl, hadn't brought enough clothes with her. He looked at her sadly as she coughed. Harry knew what was happening. She'd grew worse and worse. He was always called before children for a... 'merciful' death. He hated it.

"Why me?" he shouted to the sky. But Manny was on the other side of the Earth at the moment. Harry landed, tears on his eyes and approached the girl. His hands started becoming more skeletal-like. When he was finally in front of the girl, he was like a mini version of Voldemort with Avada Kedavra eyes. "I'm sorry."

Tears run Harry's face freely as he touched the poor girl, who fell into the sleep of death. Her friend... probably her brother, shouted and screamed and tried to wake her.

"Why'd you do that?"

Harry jumped and turned towards a white-haired teen by the side, hanging from a crooked staff and looking back, puzzled.

"She was already dead."

"How so?"

"My... power of sorts... is to sense children's painful deaths. I could've let her live. She'd go home with a bronchitis. She'd end in a coma, coughing blood... in the end of a week she'd be dead."

The teen's eyes grew as one of the adults passed through him with the girl on his arms, hurrying to the car in home to arrive the hospital... it was already too late.

"I make snow." The teen put in. "I... I killed her then. Not you."

Harry smiled thankfully.

"What your name?"

"Jack Frost. Yours?"

"Harry Banshee." Harry replied. "See you around, Jack."

Harry turned his broom around, only to feel the wind and then Jack was flying at his side.

"Ever been in Santoff Claussen?" Harry shook his head. "Want to snick in with me?"

Santoff Claussen... the house of one of the Guardians... Pitch wouldn't approve... at all!

"I don't know..."

"Come on... messing with Yetis, sneaking behind the Elves, messing with the presents... it'll be fun!"

Harry smiled against his better judgement.

"Messing with Christmas, you say?"

The smile he got could lit even Pitch's cold heart.