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Chapter 4: Hapless Starshine
We were nameless
We have a name
We were wordless
The words came
Still we are
a little songless
Yet we're not toneless
You do hear it
We aren't flawless
Just a bit anchorless
You will become soundless
You'll never get rid of us
-Los (Rammstein)
'Keep running! Don't stop! If he catches you…' The ground passes by in thick strides. Falling again. 'Get back up!' Scrambling for safety. A hand wraps around his arm and yanks back, dislocating his shoulder. "Stupid boy! Get your ass back inside your cupboard, and don't you dare come out!" He's drug back to the house and thrown inside. He tries to scramble to the safety of his 'home', instead hitting the ground when a book meets his back. He whimpers, looking into hateful eyes. "Everything is your bloody fault freak. You better hope you make it out when I hunt you soon, or I'll kill you." And then the knife is picked up.
Snowy Holly wakes up with wide eyes and tears running down from his eyes. He's curled around the little diary in the Forbidden Forest, sobbing his heart out. "I thought they were gone… I thought I'd be over them… I was wrong… so wrong."
The blackness inside reaches out, feeling that sorrow instead of the kindness it had been feeling beforehand. When Snowy Holly feels it, an urge to open the diary overcomes him. As he peers down at those pages and the writing starts, the agony starts to melt away. Don't cry. Someone like you shouldn't cry. You're much too sweet for that.
'The way it speaks…' "Tom?"
Yes, my name is Tom Marvolo Riddle.
Snowy Holly smiles. "We've already met. Here in the real world."
We have? I don't remember meeting you before.
"I've met the real you. You're a piece of his soul, aren't you?"
Oh, so you've met the me that is most complete… I am the first piece of his soul that was split off.
"Why would he do that?"
To protect something precious…
"What?"
Can't tell you. I don't remember…
"That's okay… I'll return you to him when I can."
Thank you… Snowy Holly.
The kit blinks and then smiles. "You're welcome, Tom."
Shades sighs and looks up at the assembled children who have grown close to his friend. "I can't tell you what happened to Snowy Holly."
"Why not?!" Hermione cries, worry painted on her face.
"Because, I don't know!" he cries. "It's been kept a secret from everyone! Don't you think that I want to know what happened too?!" The human children's faces fall. "Whatever it was, he was very young when it happened."
"How do you know?" Draco asks.
"I met him when he was six, when I was human. He had been a dementor for over a year by then."
Snowy Holly slinks back into the castle at dawn with Tom tucked into his Shikra and a smile on his face from the waves of happiness flowing off of the diary. "Do you think I'll make it to my dorm without anyone noticing that I've been gone?"
He sends a wave of energy that seems to say 'you better help, moron.'
"Hey! You don't have to be so condescending!"
'Too late.'
"Tom Marvolo!"
'Snowy Holly!'
₰Snowy Holly, get your ass up to bed!₰
The blue and green eyed boy jerks his head up to see furious red and teal-blue eyes looking down at him. ₰Sloth of the Shades! I didn't see you there!₰
A growl travels in the gentle breeze. ₰Where have you been?₰
₰The forbidden forest.₰
₰Why?! You know that we cannot afford to have one of us caught out there right now!₰ Ice forms underneath his feet as he screams at the kit.
₰I know!₰ Snowy Holly looks down at the diary with a little bit of terror. ₰I just needed to get away…₰
₰The nightmares.₰
₰Yes… I just can't take them.₰
Shades sighs and glides down to Snowy Holly. "You need to go to bed." The younger dementor nods before beginning to climb up the staircase.
"Shades?" He turns back, eyes wide and trusting. "Could I sleep in your room tonight?"
Shade blinks, the request coming at a complete surprise. "Yes, yes you can…"
Shades looks down at the diary clutched in Snowy Holly's arms. The blackness rolls off of it in warning, daring him to get closer. When he reaches out to snatch it from the other kit, the blackness shirks into said kit, making him cuddle closer to it. "Go to sleep, Tom…" he mutters.
The blackness relaxes, sending a wave of smugness at Shades as if to say, 'He loves me… and soon you and the others will be nothing to him.'
Illyarron, the puppetmaster
Lift your hands up to the skies
Corpses dance beneath us
Power flickers within your eyes
A warning sign to all
Black magic sparks inside
Necromancy, a forbidden art
That magic that you try to hide
You fear that I'll hate it
Smile for me, all for me
Never fear what I think
I don't care, don't you see?
Because, I will always love you
Illyarron is the adoptive father of one of the characters in the book I'm working on. He's one of my imaginary friends from when I was a child.