Well, we're on the last book, I guess you could call it, of the series. I hope you enjoy this.

Love, Keta.

Snowy Holly VI: Frostbite

Chapter 1: Biting the Bullet

Border line,

Dead inside.

I don't mind,

Falling to pieces.

Count me in, violent

Let's begin, feeding the sickness.

How do I simplify,

Dislocate - the enemy's on the way.

-Unknown Soldier (Breaking Benjamin)

There's a crooked smile on the dementor's face as he runs his fingers down the wall, keeping his gaze away from Tom's as he looks over the elder wand. "Dumbledore left you this?"

"Yep." There's a dark shadow in the corner of the room that just seems like a shadow except to the teen with a twisted grin. "You do know what it is, right?"

Tom looks up with his own manic grin. "It's the unbeatable wand, the elder wand." Snowy Holly nods and sits on the corner of the Dark Lord's desk. "You really have the greatest luck." There's an appreciative look in his eyes.

"Yes, but there is a catch..."

"A catch?" Tom inquires, raising an eyebrow in question.

Snowy Holly sighs and beckons for the shadow to come out into the center of the room. "The catch, itself." The cloaked figure cocks its head to the side and giggles. "Tom meet Death."

"Hiya!" The horseman bounces up and down, laughing the entire time. "Can we go out and kill something?! I'm so bored! I want war! I want violence! I want an ice cream cone!" The last demand makes the wizard and dementor stare at it like it grew two more heads. "What?"

"Seriously, an ice cream cone?"

"Seriously." It sits down on the ground and pulls some pounds from its cloak. "Do you think I could go get one, master?"

"I don't care."

"Okay!"

There's a darkness in the air as they descend, Death and his master, a mission being the only thing on their minds. They have to find one of the hunters who were employed to catch and kill the dementors, so they can torture him/her and find out where the snowy haired people are being taken. Snowy Holly takes the lead and knocks on a door where a man who was confirmed to be a hunter the day before lives. Despite his training, the wizard opens the door carelessly and finds himself being pushed inside and kicked into the dining room without his wand. "Wh-who are you?!" he cries. "What do you want?"

Snowy Holly smirks. "I want to know something... Where are the dementors being taken?"

"S-somewhere in the m-ministry," the coward answers, hoping and praying that this will satisfy the creature before him. "I don't kn-know exactly wh-where. They d-don't t-tell us..."

"I see..." The whitette sits down on a chair and sighs. "And I was so hoping not to get my shikra dirty today and let you live, but alas..." He nods at Death. "You haven't really given me an answer... Goodbye." He stands up and leaves, the sounds of terror, flesh being ripped apart and senseless violence following him. "You know," he says to no one in particular. "I really do like having that horseman around."

Shades clutches to Hermione's hand as they hide in her family's cupboard. "I'm scared," she whispers, listening to the sounds of hunters ripping apart the house to find her.

"It'll be alright," he placates. "I won't let them hurt you." Suddenly, a shadow comes in front of the door, and the warrior dementor gets ready to fight his way out. The knob turns and the door opens slowly to reveal... "Snowy Holly?"

"Hey," he greets and steps back. "How are you doing?"

"You asshole!" Shades shouts. "I was about to attack you!"

A dark shape drifts from out in the hall. "Someone was about to attack master?"

There's the unmistakable sound of malice in that voice that makes Snowy Holly freeze and grab his horseman's hand. "No one's going to hurt me, Death. Now calm down."

"Okay..." It sighs and sits on the floor. "The hunters are dead now, so master need not fear them. I will protect you!" Fierce determination twists at its smile, and it triumphantly shouts, "I will protect master until my last breath!"

The prideful little speech is ruined by the deadpanned reply from Snowy Holly. "You don't breathe."

"Shut up."