Wrong Side of the Moon

Chapter II -Siblings-

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Chapter II

–Siblings–

Wednesday, 4 April 2012

HJP's POV

Harry watched as Pitch's nightmares were finally ready. As he finally had enough fear. Pitch pecked him on the lip before leaving to go pick on Santa.

Harry picked his broom and left through Burgess's exit. He immediately had to side pass the snowball that Jack threw at him.

"Took you long enough!"

"Was doing adult stuff!" Harry mock-glared back.

"Yuck!" Jack retorted and pretended to hide his ears.

Jack was bodily 14-year-old, yes... but he wasn't a child. He knew what Harry implied. After all... if he spent several lifetimes peeking in on windows he had to have seen 'adult stuff' without realizing what it was at first. 14-year-old was a terrible age to be stuck at.

"Where to?"

"I hear Egypt is great for a snowstorm this time of the year."

Harry grinned and jumped into his broom and flew away at all velocity.

–WSM–

Thursday, 5 April 2012

Harry held his snow umbrella as he watched Sandman arrive and play around with Jack, while bringing the children dreams. Finally, the golden man stopped before Harry. He looked confused and his sand started forming pictures. An umbrella, moon and a picture that Harry supposed was him. Harry lowered the snow-umbrella and let the moon touch him, immediately his body started shaping. Sandman's eyes grew before he nodded sadly and Harry re-put the umbrella over him.

"Man in the Moon gave him a terrible gift." Jack put in, landing by their side on the heels of his foot as if gravitation didn't exist.

"He made me kill my family with a touch and with a shriek. I woke up from death and everyone who touched me died."

Sandy's face grew sombre and he approached in his sand cloud, before he let his hand touch Harry's face. Jack frowned at Harry as Sandman moved away and Harry opened a handbag, letting some sand fall unto it. The boy didn't comment on it, but he looked a mix between confused and disapprove. Harry sent him an I'm sorry and I have to look.

"Your lover?" Jack asked, approaching and sitting by his side as Sandy disappeared to the next town.

"Man in the Moon has four protégés." Harry argued.

Jack frowned and then looked out into where Sandy disappeared to. He looked back at Harry, wide-eyed.

"You mean..."

"They gave up on me when I was just a toddler."

"Even so..."

"Jack... you may be a spirit of happiness and fun... I was awoken in a battle field. When I was your physical age I'd already been forced to kill people. Life is cruel. Happiness and games help, yes... but there's also fear and Man in the Moon refuses to admit that."