Running back, Dumbledore met up with Harry and the gang once again; as they began to discuss further planning.
"So, what's plan? How we going to stop Pitch and his new-found 'friends'" North bellowed, trying to keep his voice down.
"Pitch-" Harry butted in.
"You know, Pitch-- Pitch Black" North grunted.
"Well, I--" Jack started, sadly nobody heard; they were too busy discussing to hear.
"Oi, everyone-- the kid has something to say" Harry spoke up. Jack shuttered it the mention of the word kid. It wasn't his fault that he was stuck in the body of his 14-year-old self, he looked over at Harry with narrowed eyes. He readied his staff, preparing to shoot out some ice at him as a warning; but then something came over him. Lowering his staff, he instead took two fingers and inched them closer towards Harry's head until.... thump!
"Ow!" Harry exclaimed, rubbing the back of his head. He turned around to see who had thumped him, but all saw was that kid.
"I'm NOT a kid" Jack growled.
"You look like a kid" Harry chuckled flatly.
"Yeah, well- I'm not... I'm an over 300-year-old winter spirit; should I introduce myself again?"
Harry glanced over at Dumbledore for a little reinforcement. "Can we hear about our new friends?" he asked.
"Sure, I reckon we have a little time to hear all about our guardian friends"
"Brilliant! Who's first?" Ron overheard.
"Umm... Jack, you go" North replied, his voice filling with pride.
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Snow Day
FanfictionHave you ever wondered what it would be like if the main character of Disney and Pixar's original movie Inside Out met The Guardians? In this fun-filled story, Riley has just managed to adjust to life in San Francisco. She seems to have everything f...
