A/N: This is a prologue of sorts to a fic I'm currently writing and plotting. I have the first chapter of that fic done, but I won't be posting it till I finish chapter 3. In the mean time, enjoy the prologues; I enjoyed plotting out all the character's background (well, almost all) and tying up all the plot holes properly. I have prologue #2 written already, and am in the midst of finishing prologue #3. This is my first time writing a story. I am very thankful for all 3 of my beta readers, who are also my close friends, for helping me make sure there were no mistakes and helping make sure everything makes sense. Any mistakes are mine alone. this might turn out into a really monstrous fic as I have stuff up to year 7 planned. Oops.

There once was a boy of winter, with hair like freshly fallen snow and eyes as blue as glaciers, and he emitted no body heat. But he did not start out like that. His story begins a little something like this, instead…

"Tell me 'nother Hogwarts story, dad!"

"Haha, alright, Jack, but this is the last one, aye? After this, you need to go to bed. One time, during my second year's Hallowe'en feast, I once accidentally found a tunnel out of school…"

Jackson Overland always enjoyed his father's tales about the world of wizards and witches. Theirs was a simple family; his father herded sheep, his mother tended to their livestock. Once every two weeks his father would head out to sell their livestock produce, and when he returns home, Jack would cling to his father's leg and demand a few stories about magic to make up for his father's absence. Simple as their household was, his father still liked to use magic to make his family's lives easier, if not just to entertain his only son, and amaze his beautiful, non-magic wife.

Jack's father could have been a great wizard, a powerful Auror, but he prefers to have a steadier life, to be near his family. After all, family was everything, right?

When Jack was five, his parents gave him a sister. But it was already bad times, for war and chaos has broken out a few years prior to his sister's birth. Capable wizards and witches were required to partake in the war against Kozmotiz Pitchiner, who was a powerful dark wizard, able to summon and control the legendary demon Mordu.

Jack's father was no exception to this requirement.

He was eventually enlisted into the war, to protect his family and to secure his children's future. Before he left, he made a tearful Jack promise him that he will always protect his sister, Pippa, while he was away. He made sure Jack always listens to his mother, and assures his son that his wife was always right. He promised both his son and his wife that he will return, and kisses his daughter goodbye.

Though he was a quiet man, he quickly rose amongst the main ranks of those directly fighting Pitch, and eventually, he faced off Pitch alone. He was, however, overpowered, but made the decision to sacrifice his life to seal Pitch away into the darkness. The war ended when Pitch and Mordu disappeared.

Jack never got to hear his dad's stories ever again, his mom never got her husband back, and Pippa never knew her father.

Jack inherited his father's shepherding staff. His father had shown him that it could substitute for a flying broom, and was an ancestor's heirloom, passed down from father to son. Often his father would take him flying, and Jack found he enjoyed being airborne more than being bound to the land. He did not discover that the staff could also be used as a wand until the day he accidentally banged it on the floor and snow started to fall… indoors. It was also the day he discovered he was magical, as well, and the day he first made his mother cry ever since the passing of her husband.

He vowed never to use the staff for magic ever again… except as a broomstick. Behind his mother's back.

For Jack could not give up flying.

On his 11th birthday, he received a letter from Hogwarts, and his excitement practically exploded from his pores.

Excitedly he fills in his 6 year old sister about the stories he has heard from his father, and how he will write to her about his adventures in the very same school. Pippa was reluctant to let her big brother go; Who else would fight off her monsters in the night? Who else would cheer her up with pranks and jokes? Jack's mother worries, for he grows more and more like his father every day, but she knows in her heart that, somehow, her son will be just fine.