Hallows had expected many things. He had expected her to scream, to yell, to try and find some way to prove that Hallows was not Harry. What he did not expect was the slap. If it wasn't for the fact that he was strong, even when using a new power he had trained himself in, shapeshifting, and if he was alive, he might have had a cracked neck.
"How dare you! We did our side of the deal!" she shouted.
"Hermione Jean Granger, slap me again, and I'll destroy a book in front of you!" he promised.
"You are not Harry!" she shouted at him while those around him could only watch.
"Oh? I can tell you any part of my life"
"That means nothing" she firmly stated, and he chuckled.
"Going full out, eh? Very well. I, Hallows, Spirit of All Hallows Eve, Guardian of the Gateways that lead to the Realm of the Dead and the Guardian of the Dead, swear by my Spirithood and Magic that I was once known as Harry Potter, until that Veil threw me back through time, so mote it be." his power flashed, sending what felt like a powerful wind that threw many things aside, and when the slight amount of chaos was gone, he saw their wide eyes "Hey"
"H... Harry?" Sirius asked.
"Yes, godfather of mine who grabbed my coat of which is almost two thousand years old?" he asked, smirking as his godfather winced.
"Yeah, about that..." he chuckled.
"Oh, Padfoot, you really shouldn't have gone against Halloween. My power goes around the entire planet, and that is just when I am bored. On Halloween, my power is superior to all, enough to bring anything to life. Happened once, and you'd be surprised how quickly the non-magicals scream Witchcraft once you do that, even just once.
"Salem was almost my fault, if not for the fact that I had made myself visible, and I might have been called both a demon and the Devil because of it. Oh, right. I am invisible to all, except when I use my power, unless they have suffered a dark past, abuse, neglect, the usual. But I must go, I am getting weak. My power is not endless, even during my days"
"Harry, my boy, you must stay where you are safe!" Albus stated.
"Albus, I haven't been a boy in almost three thousand years. My age makes me senior to you, as does my power and knowledge" he shrugged at their wide eyes.
"As if a Potter could be so powerful" rolling his eyes at Snape's words, he made his power slowly appear around him, making him glow a red colour as it increased. As it did, a few shivered as they felt horror swirling around them as his body built up while he gained his height. His messy hair went sort of smooth, not silky, but good as his power increased even more, making moans and groans be heard.
His power then increased in strength, sort of like adding more power to a battery, and it made the children feel weak while it made the adults, excluding Remus, Sirius, Albus, Mad Eye and Snape nervous. The five mentioned also felt it, but only when Hallows increased the strength some more, making the children almost panic, making the others weak, they felt it. It was as if the very shadows were moving, which they were, and it made them realise the kind of power he had. Slowly, Hallows decreased his power, although he stayed in his true human form.
"Snape, let me put it to you in English. My power is, I suppose, the source of all Horror in existence, from spiders to the undead. When any spell is done on Halloween, my power helps, oh, and Hermione, you did not fully levitate your feather. A fraction of my power was involved. Then again, my power also helped in killing my parents as well as defending Harry, and yes, I consider Harry and myself different people. One born mortal, the other born immortal. I cannot be killed, only stopped. Happens on occasion, especially when my power is low. Well, I have to go, oh, and Albus, Voldemort only has the snake left" he vanished, using the Gateway to teleport away.

He watched as they fought, Voldemort going against Albus with the snake around. Now's his chance! Sweeping low, he killed the serpent before taking the soul piece into the orb, but then the fight moved to a graveyard. He felt as his temper rose, and he gave a roar of which could be heard for miles around as the moon went red, as if covered in blood. All fighting stopped as he revealed himself, both magical and non-magical looking up at him.
"You fight in a graveyard. You desecrate the dead!" not that he could speak, even if it is, technically, part of his duties.
"I am Lord Voldemort. You might have..."
"I am Hallows, Guardian of the Dead, and he who stands between the Living and the Dead. You threaten a Balance of which is tipping with every being that you kill. I cannot let you do that. For crimes such as these," he flew down as souls appeared, grabbing all of the Death Eaters "your punishment is this." he took out the orb before slamming it into Riddle who screamed "No more are you a pretend immortal, Riddle, and only when you die, shall your soul leave your body. Oh, and trust me, where you are going," he smirked "the Cruciatus is nothing. I have been to all versions of the Afterlife, part of my job, and trust me, Hell is worse than what anyone thinks" he informed the Dark Lord.
"I still have my magic" Riddle told him.
"False. The orb takes a lot of magic, and I linked it to you. Only a Spirit, like myself, has the required power to not really worry, plus, with me, no power drain. With you, though, if you even have a drop of magic that is not being used by the orb, I'll be impressed, especially since the orb absorbs every drop of magic, making the orb stronger with every drop. You are trapped, Riddle" and with a chuckle, he was gone.

Months passed, and he had watched as Voldemort had been sentenced and tried under Veritaserum. The ghost in the house was when he said who all his supporters were, which turned out to be most of the darker part of the Wizengamot, as well as a few 'Neutral' Families. But after that, Hallows had gone hunting, hunting for Paul. The problem was that he had only been there once, and while he could track him down, he also wanted to have a sight-seeing time. He took four months to go around, and now it was August, just after eight in the evening. Ah, there he is. Floating in, he took on his wolf form before he heard the screams.
"You are unnatural! A disgrace to those that follow our Lord!" he heard Paul's father say. He calmly walked out and made himself visible, smirking when Paul's father froze.
"And you are an abuser, a disgrace to all deities" he stated.
"Wh... What are you?"
"Oh, I have gone by many names, and people have called me the Devil before." he grinned, showing all three sets of fangs as the human took a few steps back before taking a Bible and throwing it. Holding up his uppermost right arm, the book stopped before gently going into his paw. He decided to have some fun, so he yelled out, dropping the book as smoke began to rise from his paw "Ah! The pain!" he used an illusion to make himself seem to almost rip apart, bit by bit while the person cheered, saying how the power of his god was doing this, until he was 'gone'. The moment that happened, every light exploded, plunging the room into darkness. Paul's father felt something tap him in the shoulder, and turning, Hallows shouted "Boo!", his eyes now looking to made of fire.
"Dad?" a voice asked, and seeing Paul look up, he stopped his power while looking human.
"Hello, Paul." his voice brought Paul to look at him, and Paul's eyes widened "I will always protect you" he promised.

He watched as some priest tried to do an exorcism on Paul who had told his father about Hallows, who stayed with him. It was when the priest tried to force the 'evil spirit' to show itself that he acted.
"Sorry, Paul..." he muttered before entering Paul. Possessing him was hard, not because of a lack of practice; he had spent the entire day as a dog a few days earlier, coming out with a mad desire to chase cats for some reason, so no. What was hard was possessing one he considered a sort of son. Paul shook slightly as fire from candles shot up.
"It's here. Now no matter what happens, do not speak to it" the priest ordered.
"An 'it', am I?" he asked, looking up with Paul's eyes being nothing but black. He really shouldn't watch horror movies, bad for the mind, and the ideas it gave...
"Demon, I command you! Leave this boy!" the priest ordered, and he chuckled before holding out his hand. Some fire from a nearby candle, of which had the fire the same length as the candle, and it seemed new, came to him, wrapping around Paul's hand, not harming him at all.
"You priests are all the same. 'In the name of our deity, we order you to leave!' Well, I am... different from other demons. Did you know I just about started the Salem Witch Trials?" the fire went out, and he held out Paul's hand, calling a book to the hand. Opening it manually, he found a page of which showed his wolf form, and holding it out to the priest, he smirked "The one who made the picture was very accurate with one change, I was not after human souls, I have plenty already under my power. The priest at the time thought that a witch had summoned me, hah! As if some pathetic human could ever bind me under their power! You humans have no power over me, priest, so give up." the priest took off a cross from his neck and placed it on Paul's head, but when it dropped, he rolled Paul's eyes "Humans never listen"
"You are no demon. What are you?" the priest demanded.
"I am the spirit of a child who was tortured, mentally, physically, all because my parents were not considered normal by my so called kind and loving relatives." now he would see how good an actor he was "I was killed by them without mercy, one second nothing, the next, my uncle started 'punishing' me, punishing being code for torture. I cannot rest, I am a spirit who is unable to go to the Realm of the Dead, for my uncle cursed me to never find peace, but since I am a child, I cannot go up or down, I am trapped. The wolf? I just, well, it's an illusion. This child, Paul, his life is almost like my own. His father beats him for so called crimes against his god when Paul, he is so special." he turned Paul's head and looked at his father "If you ever harm Paul again, the wolf shall be real" with that, he got out of Paul.

Paul's life had changed. Scared about what 'the ghost' had told him, Paul's father did everything and anything to make Paul happy, even when Paul said that he wouldn't be a part of any religion. Hallows and Paul had become best of friends, Paul quickly thinking of Hallows as an older brother, and being 'haunted' by a ghost was fun, especially when a teacher, who hated Paul simply because she could, suddenly found herself dancing the can-can. She had blamed Paul, but the problem was how could she blame someone who was sitting down, had both hands on the table, and the fact that she had once been a professional dancer didn't really help her case. And when she blacked out, finding herself doing the waltz with an invisible partner, she had shrieked, claiming ghosts.
The same priest had come and had calmly stated that yes, there was a ghost child around. After that, Hallows shifted to the form of a child and allowed himself to be captured in photos. There was just one problem, two words, Ghost Hunters, people who went and, using technology, tried to capture images or sounds of ghosts, so Hallows had had some fun. He sang, he danced, he found past play performances and acted out scenes, he even grabbed an investigator to act out Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet, specifically, the balcony scene.
His voice had come out as a whisper over the wind while the play had floated by the investigator who had been forced to act with, all while the investigators took video of this. He had, though, when they tried to investigate Paul, made himself visible to them, glaring at them.
"Go away!" he ordered.
"We are Ghost Investigators. Tell us, how did you die?" one of them asked.
"I said, go AWAY!" he sent a tiny amount of his power at them, causing lights to shatter and lockers to bend. Cracks went from his feet, and the so called investigators backed up.
"You might be a ghost, but there are ways to defeat a ghost!"
"If you are thinking of salt, won't work. If you are thinking of any holy book, won't work. No invention of the living can contain me" one of them gave him a look.
"You are no ghost"
"I am, I am just a rather... unusual ghost. Leave Paul, now. Go away" he ordered before vanishing, but that didn't help. There were soon groups of people, ghost hunters, scientists who wished to answer the age-old question, is there life after death, sceptics who said that it was not a ghost, but some kind of technology, although none of them said anything about what kind of technology, and everywhere he went, pieces of technology scanned around him. For once, he was glad that Spirits don't show up on human technology. Sure, ghosts did, but hey, he did not want to become a science experiment! Finally, he had had enough.
"Is something wrong, Hallows?"
"Pack some things. I'm taking you out of here, permanently. Whatever you need, or want, bring" Paul's eyes widened.
"But... my father! He's finally accepting me!"
"And before that, he tortured you every single day! Please! Come with me! We can start a new life, anywhere you want!" he promised.
"Hallows, no!" he looked down.
"Very well..." he floated out, plans running through his head. At one stage, he might've made the coming Halloween almost 'End of the World', but he knew that, if he linked it to Paul, not only would Paul be chased out, but he would blame Hallows and never speak to him again. If that happened... For now, he would plan and wait.

"Jack, I've been wondering..." Jamie began.
"Yes, Jamie?" Jack asked, just sitting with his first believer.
"What does Hallows do?" that surprised him.
"Well, uh, I don't really know. Why?"
"Doesn't he get lonely? If he's like you said you had been..." Jack frowned.
"I doubt it. We haven't heard from him, and..."
"Did you ever ask the Guardians for help?" Jamie asked, and Jack thought about it for a few seconds before his eyes widened; what had they done?!

Lying down in wolf form on Paul's bed, he felt as a hand expertly scratched behind his middle head's left ear, and he was soon purring. When Paul, he could tell, stopped, he turned and looked at him with what he thought were puppy dog eyes, but Paul shuddered.
"Would you please not look at me as if I am a piece of thick, red, blood-filled meat?" Paul demanded, and he blushed, well, as much as a wolf with three heads can, although the fire on him brightened slightly, as well as turning a slightly pinkish colour.
"Sorry, it's just that..." Paul chuckled.
"I know" he scratched some more, and Paul could tell that, if not for his rather high sense of manners, he would have the Spirit of All Hallows Eve on his lap, purring away, but as it...
"So this is where you went" a voice stated, and turned his left head, he saw a smirking Winter Spirit.
"Jack! If you dare tell anyone about this, not only will I take your staff, but I shall tell Jamie what happened 150 years ago, you know, when I got you drunk..."
Flashback
He watched, with a smirk on his face, as Jack swerved around, narrowly missing some flying ducks. Landing while Jack crash landed, both from not having that much practice and from the alcohol, mainly from the alcohol, he looked around. The Moon shone down on them, and he glared at it, feeling as the Man in the Moon once more tried to convince him to join his Chosen. But as Jack had said, he refused to spend eternity locked up in some hideout thinking of new ways to bribe kids, even if it meant getting more power. He...
"Hey" looking, he saw Jack speaking to a lady who... one of his Children! Why did he make them visible?! Good thing Jack had been too drunk to remember that bit.
"Hey yourself"
"How about us going somewhere?" the lady looked at Hallows.
"And your... friend?" she asked.
"He'll be alright" Hallows chuckled.
"Go" bad move...
Flashback Ends
That single night made a new breed of Moon Child, the Ice Wolf, very, very dangerous, very, very strong, but they could only live in cold areas, the South Pole being their unknown home, and it seemed that Jack remembered, for his eyes not only widened, but he blushed as well.
"You wouldn't!" Hallows smirked.
"You know I would"
"Uh, Hallows?" he looked and saw a confused Paul, so sighing, he made Jack visible, causing Paul's eyes to widen.
"Paul, meet Jack Frost, Spirit of Winter and Guardian of Fun. Jack, meet Paul, my only believer, and no, your humn friends don't count. They have not experienced what is required to see me, and until they do, their belief does nothing for me. Now, why are you here?" he asked before taking on his human form.
"Jamie wants to speak to you" he frowned.
"Why should I speak with him, Jack? He's your friend, not mine, so why should I go with you?"
"Where does this kid live?" Paul asked.
"Burgess, North America." Hallows immediately answered, and when they both turned to look at him, he shrugged "I don't need a Globe to find a location, Jack. I can go anywhere I desire"
"Hallows," he looked at Paul "okay" he looked at his believer, confused.
"Okay?"
"I'll pack some things, and then we can go. Burgess sounds nice" Hallows frowned.
"It hardly ever doesn't snow, Jack's influence" he stated.
"Well, we're going" and with that, he began to pack. Helping out, Hallows picked up a few things before indicating for Jack to help, and slowly, Paul had everything he wanted and needed, a few changes of clothing and a few items he couldn't leave without. Paul left a note, and Jack was about to fly away when Hallows put a hand on both of their shoulders.
"Time for you to experience my way of travelling. A warning, do not leave me or the path I choose, you will get lost." and with that, the very ground opened up beneath them. Hallows gave a smirk as Jack let out a scream of which, unfortunately, quickly turned into a yell of glee. They turned around, and then came up in a weird place "Welcome to the Land of the Dead. All the good souls are in that row, and the evil, well..." a wall of fire was waiting "And then the other afterlives..." they saw a Norse warrior, a being Hallows knew to be the god Heimdell, Guardian of the Rainbow Bridge that led to Asgard, a jackal-headed deity Hallows recognized as Anubis, and many more, and finally, they reached a spot, Paul holding onto him with an almost death grip, and once more, they fell down, this time with Paul cheering. Coming up by Jack's lake, Hallows chuckled as Paul quickly put on a warm cloak.
"Not one word, Hallows" Paul warned.
"Jack!" turning, they saw Jamie run to them, and the kid jumped into Jack's arms. It was then that Jamie saw Paul, but he was about to say hello when Hallows decided that a good scare was necessary. Putting his hand on Paul's shoulder, he went full wolf and made himself visible, making Jamie yell out in fright before retreating to be behind Jack. Paul took one look and sighed.
"Hallows! Sometimes I wonder who is the child!" Paul stated just before Hallows went back to his human form, chuckling the entire time.
"Hallows?" Jamie asked, and when he nodded, Jamie stepped forwards "Why would you do that?"
"Hey, I rule over a holiday where pranking is as common as breathing, of course I'd pull pranks!" he answered with a smirk. It was then that Jamie's friends came "I'll allow you all to introduce yourselves; I have some planning to do..." he floated slightly while a spider climbed down and went onto his shoulder. Holding out his left hand, the spider climbed onto it and he used both hands to make a circle. The spider immediately made a web, and he hmmed before the spider began to write in runes, an easy way to hide his tricks, although the treat came in the end. No, n... maybe, yes, yes! "Aha!" the spider climbed down, and with a bit of help, was back in her web, her red hourglass showing. The web melted, and he nodded, but then there was a thud. Someone had hit him on the back of his head with a snowball! Turning, he saw a smirking Jamie, and Hallows' wide eyes were soon narrowed at the boy "So that's how you wish to play?" he asked before grinning, his teeth becoming sharp before he picked up some snow and rolled it into a ball. Wait, he was surrounded! All of the kids were around him, even Paul, the little traitor, and Jack had a smirk on his face.
"Alright, troops! Aim!" all the children pulled their arms back while Hallows looked around "Fire!" he allowed himself to be hit, and he 'died' by overacting, crying, yelling, before falling down on his back, arms and legs in the air while twitching, the children and Jack laughing, but none of them saw Hallows' shadow move. There was a splat, and Paul was hit on the back of the head. Turning, they stared, for standing there were seven dog-like beings, but they walked on their hind legs and had glowing red eyes.
"I thought I might even the numbers" Hallows stated before standing and jumping over them. Landing, snowball still in hand, he threw and it hit Jack. Soon after, a snowball fight began, all while Hallows felt... warm.

It was amazingly easy for Jamie to get his mother to allow Paul to stay with them. All he had to mention was that Paul's father had kicked him out, and she was all but adopting him, and Paul loved it there. He had a roof over his head, food in his stomach, and best of all, friends. Jamie's friends, of which were all of those that had helped against Pitch, eagerly became friend with Paul for two reasons, the first, because Jamie was his friend, and second, Hallows. The fact that Paul had a 'watchdog' around the entire time, namely Growl, a Grim that he personally picked, was fun, for Growl was not only invisible to all when in the shadows, but he knew how to throw a mean snowball, something of which Hallows found out the hard way. He never knew his own minions could go against him! Then again, North had found that out with one of his elves, so...
Tonight, though, was his night, the one night were his power was far greater than any other. Halloween was here, and while Jamie and the others had dressed up the neighbourhood, it was nowhere near scary enough. Plus, Growl had told him that the teenager from across the street had better decorations, making their place impressive. Can't have that now, can we?
Walking into Jamie's room, the entire group there, he frowned. Jack was there, obviously, but when he saw how weak the costumes were... Sophie was in a bunny suit, no mask, not even paper whiskers. Cupcake was dressed in a one-person unicorn suit, now how is a pink unicorn suit frightening?! Pippa was a vampire, obvious plastic fangs out of her mouth, the twins, Claude and Caleb, were zombies, but... for scare's sake, they hadn't even made their faces pale! Paul looked like a serial killer with a plastic knife and red 'blood' on both it and his sleeves while Monty was wrapped in toilet paper, obviously meant to be a mummy, but worst of all was Jamie. Obviously, he knew about many 'mythical' beings, and so he went as a poor example of a werewolf, no claws, not even plastic fangs, just dirt on him with his hair messed up, possibly to look like he had just transformed but...
"No. There is no way I am allowing any of you out on my night, the one time of year where my power is at its highest, looking like that!" he stated, causing them to look at him.
"Then what do you suggest?" Pippa asked, a bit worried.
"Well, first for me to..." he felt as his night began to influence him, and he began to change. He grew taller while his clothes tore, revealing a strong chest that was quickly covered in black fur with red here and there. His arms moved down, split into three, and the nails turned into claws strong enough to cut diamond. His strength increased to be slightly beyond the average bodybuilder while his teeth changed to be incredibly sharp. His nose and mouth pushed out, forming his muzzle while fur spread across his entire body. A tail formed while his wings ripped out and his neck bulged, spreading up before ripping apart, the fleshy mass making new heads. Once formed, horns grew out, going up and around, each looking like a halo, and an orb of fire appeared above and in the middle of each. From where his skull met his neck, the fire ran down, joining at just below his shoulders and then ran down to the tip of his tail while by his shoulders and hips, the fire went out and wrapped around his arms and legs, even going on the pads of his paws. He grinned at them, enjoying their looks of fright "Much better. Now, you are not going out dressed like that!" he stated, giving them a look that almost dared them to disagree.
"What will you do?" Jack asked.
"I am Halloween, Jack, and for this night only," a red fog went to the children "they shall be as they dress" it went around them, and they let out yells as they changed, and when it was gone, Jack's eyes were wide. Gone were the weak humans, and they were replaced by creatures. Jamie was a full young werewolf, fangs dripping with saliva, golden eyes, brown fur and claws that could scratch stone easily, Cupcake was a black unicorn with blood red eyes and her hooves surrounded by fire, Sophie was a Pooka, something Hallows knew that Bunny would possibly kill him for, although she did not look dark, Pippa was a full on vampire, sharp fangs, slightly pale, and powerful while the twins were actual zombies, blood dripping from wounds they had used a pen to draw, Monty was an actual mummy, and Paul looked like what one thought a serial killer looked like, his knife was real, and Hallows had given him some strength while the blood was real. A pulse went around the entire house as Hallows made all the decorations, cheap stuff, most of it old and not working properly, real, and all three heads grinned as a huge lightning cloud went above the house. He was reminded of that one show, what's it called... Oh right! The Addams Family! He watched as they examined each other, but the problem was that with them changing, any desires their new races had was now theirs, for Pippa wanted blood, obvious by the way she kept on looking at Jack's neck.
"Did you have to do this, Hallows?" Jack asked?
"You get half a year, Jack, I get one day worldwide, and two others, so yes, I shall, plus, Paul is here. Can't have him look weak when the teenager across the street thinks so highly of himself, can we?" he asked before making Jack be seen by all "You could also do with a change, but we don't have the time. Now time to scare!" and with that, they left.

It was fun, he would later on admit, watching people stare or run in terror, the last happening when a Grim had playfully chased a teenager, knife in hand. He had made dreams of those that were dark, the almost dessert sand dreams, go around, he made the very dead rise up and dance with others, giant spiders going around, and one as tall as the Great Pyramid covered London with spider webs, something of which went on the news, and there were increased sightings of Dogs of Death, first sight for joy, second for pain, third for death. Okay, the third was just a powerful sleeping agent that made the body seem dead, the person's pulse went so low it couldn't be detected, their brainwaves not that high just in case, although they awoke the moment Halloween ended, the moment it was midnight on the most western side of the world. And he had played a prank on Jack, switching his staff for a normal branch that looked almost the same, and Jack had not been impressed, especially when he had played 'Piggy-in-the-Middle' with five Grims, all while they tossed his staff from one to the other. At the moment, though, he watched as the kids divided and traded the candy between themselves, all of them having gotten a lot more than normal. Sometimes having Halloween on your side helped...
"I'll trade you two of these for one of those." Paul stated, and Hallows gave a chuckle before swiping one of the chocolates "Hey! You can't do that!"
"I can and I just did. I rarely get treats, always giving tricks. It's about time, my little serial killer, that I get a treat or two, unless you want a trick..." a few spiders revealed themselves, making Monty back away in fear.
"It's only fair, Paul" Jack stated with a smirk, causing Paul to look at him.
"I thought you are on the side of children!" he stated, causing Jack to laugh.
"I'd rather not go against a Spirit who can summon those dogs" he nodded his head to Growl who was eating a raw meat-flavoured dog biscuit.
"Good thinking, Jack. You wouldn't want me to make you an Ice Wolf now, would you?" he asked with a smirk.
"Well I..."
"Jack!" a colourful blur soared and hugged the Winter Spirit, revealing itself to be Tooth while the other Guardians came in.
"Uh, Tooth? Why are you all here?" Jack asked while the children watched them.
"It might be my fault, Jack. I might have made a few of the undead walk around and scar children, but hey, I can do anything on my days, up to a point. Now, if you'll excuse me, Jack, I have a few treats to claim" he went back to taking a few pieces of candy, something he rarely had, while ignoring the Guardians, especially that rabbit who could only stare at Sophie.
"S... Sophie?" she laughed at the stunned look of the Pooka "How?"
"Have you not seen children dressed as rabbit, Bunny? Come on! Many young girls dress as a rabbit at least once in their life!" Hallows stated, causing Bunny to see if it was a mask, but when Sophie only gave him wide eyes, his eyes widened.
"She's a Pooka..."
"Yes, and on midnight, you'll be last once more. My power only lasts so long, I'm afraid" Hallows stated before releasing a sigh as his power began to get less as midnight reached different points across the globe. Eating some white chocolate of which had a nice taste to it, as well as being moulded into the shape of a skull with red eyes, he looked at it. Apparently, it was supposed to look like the Grim Reaper, but come on, mortals! Hallows is a friend of Death! Well, actually more along the lines of small time partner in crime, after all, Death was only visible in the moment before one's end, but Hallows could really scare people. A single Grim, and making Death visible, made even the most unbelieving of souls believe. It made for a very good Halloween trick, and it was one of the tricks he pulled. Death had done his part and had Reaped an old bird, and already, rumours of Death walking around with an upright-walking dog with blood red, soul-piercing eyes, something of which Hallows enjoyed, was spreading like fire. It is fun being the embodiment of horror.
"You are right. We are here to punish you for being naughty" Hallows chuckled.
"Do not say that when by teenagers or adults, North, especially humans. But really, North, you can't stop me. It's Halloween, the one time of year where even he," here he glared up at the moon before looking at them "allows me to do anything I wish, but fine, what do you want? For me to not use my powers for a month? For me to help Tooth? I can easily do that. How about it, Tooth?" he asked, looking at her, and a few seconds later, she shrugged.
"Very well"

It was like working for her the first time, he was given a list, he checked it twice, and then went hunting. He refused the uniform, it making him look to colourful, but he wore a belt, a multi-coloured belt, of which held coins and, when he got them, teeth, each in their own individual compartments. There was one change, though, for he became friends with Tooth, friends to the point that they... laughed together. They often went on missions together, but both admitted that they had no feelings for the other besides that of friendship, and she admitted it first. Through that, and a small flight later, he became friends with Sandy, although the Sandman was naturally nervous, at first. They got over that through talks, and Hallows slowly got used to the version of charades that made his head hurt when Sandy really made the images move. It was almost the end of the year, though, and so he decided to do something he never thought he would do, he made a party.
He prepared everything, hiring a room for the event, a medium sized one, and he made the invites, inviting eight children, one teenager and four adults to his party, his Christmas Party. Now all he needed was the menu and ingredients. Good thing he knew what each of them liked. For drinks, eggnog, red wine, non-alcoholic champagne, carrot juice and various other drinks, for a starter, a small salad or a fish soup with a few plates of different nuts, for the main, roasted turkey, chicken, and, for those that didn't like meat, a few savoury pancakes with different fillings. And for dessert, Christmas cake, gingerbread, biscuits, and a Pavlova. They would not be going hungry, he could definitely say that!

It was Christmas time, and he looked at them all, Pippa, Caleb, Claude, Paul, Monty, Sophie, Cupcake, Jamie, even the Guardians, and for the first time in millennia, Hallows felt truly happy, not that he would admit such to the Guardians. For the first time, he had a pack.

THE END

So, finally the end of Hallows Howls. I doubt I'll be a second sequel, but please, comments are more than welcome.