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Snowy Holly II: Shiver

They live behind the sunshine

separated from us, infinitely far

they must cling to the stars (very tightly)

so they don't fall from the sky

Only once the clouds have gone to sleep

can you see us in the sky

we are afraid and alone

God knows I don't want to be an angel

-Engel (Rammstein)

Chapter 1: Moonglade

White wisps of hair blow in front of his face as he looks down upon the village below them. Another dementor with dual colored eyes stands beside him with a book in his hands and a depressed look on his face. ₰Snowy Holly, he whispers, catching the attention of the other.₰

₰Yes, Sloth of the Shades?₰

₰Why are you so silent? Why do you stand there with that expression?₰

₰I am lonely.₰

₰Lonely?₰

₰Yeah. I miss my new human friends.₰

Shades rolls his eyes before burying his face back into the book with a 'whatever.'

₰Do you wish to come as well?₰

₰No. I have no desire to bare myself to your friends just yet. ₰

You will though, right? ₰

₰Yes, I will when I go to school with you. Now follow the SSL: which means...₰

₰Sit down, shut up, and let me read. ₰

₰Very good! ₰ Shades praises.

Snowy Holly smiles and sits down beside the other. His right hand fiddles with his Shikra, running over the imperfections within its stitching. A long winding serpent in the inside of the fabric over his heart depicts it as a cloak belonging to a bound dementor. A dementor bound to a wizard of the serpent tongue. 'Where did you get my cloak from Devourer of Suns?'

The soft starlight floats down from the heavens as Snowy Holly, Cat and Bit mosie on through the tall fields and to the Burrow, the Weasley family's house. They have their Shikra on fully: moving much faster and speaking in their native tongue. ₰Sing, Snowy Holly! Sing our people's song! ₰

₰No! Not unless one of you wishes to sleep or one of you needs to call to our brethren for a summons. ₰

₰You will have to one day, ₰ Bit says, moving a bony hand to his shoulder. ₰It is your duty as Devourer of Suns' heir. You must lead us one day! ₰

₰Don't remind me. ₰

The other two chuckle as they glide to the front door and pull their hoods back. Snowy Holly storms past them and knocks on the door with his right as his left pulls out a Tessra, a dementor kit's plaything for the youngest Weasley, Ginny. The door swings open via the Weasley matriarch who smiles brightly at the three dementors. "Hello."

"Hi," Bit whispers after switching on his translator. "I'm Rabbit that Burrows in Snow. Fred, George and Ron invited us."

"Oh, they did tell me you were coming. Come inside. I was just about to fix supper. Would you like anything?"

"No, we're fine," Cat answers as politely as she can.

"Alright then."

As the trio walks inside of the strange looking house, Snowy Holly looks around, becoming entranced by the simplistic beauty of it. "Your home is very beautiful, Mrs. Weasley."

The witch blinks at the kit, not expecting something like that to come from his mouth. "Thank you-"

"Snowy Holly!" The youngest turns his head to see the twins barreling down the staircase with Ron and Ginny in tow.

"Hello." He holds out the Tessra: a cloaked doll that turns cold when touched by magic and changes its appearance based on who holds it. "Ginny, this is for you."

The eleven year old girl reaches out with tentative hands and takes it. Her eyes widen as it grows cold in her hands and grows vibrant red hair. "It's pretty," she says. "Thank you!" She hugs Snowy Holly tightly, much to the kit's surprise.

"You're welcome." He pulls her even closer and whispers in her ear, "take good care of it, and it will take good care of you."

Somewhere in the outskirts of London, Voldemort sits in his new body, exactly as he had looked prior to becoming a snake face. In his hands rests a Tessra, one given to him by Devourer of Suns upon the kits twelfth birthday because he knew no child that he could give it to. As he stares down at it, a smile creeps up on his face. "I wonder what you are doing now, little dementor, Snowy Holly."

In the cold night blooms a flower, the flower of the snow. Silvery-white petals raise to the sky. Heaven accepts them into its clouded arms. Silvery-white petals droop to the ground. Fading sunlight falls away as the winter disappears. Heaven will leave me behind