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Chapter 2: Ever Clear, the Whispers Are

And if I had the answers I'd have written them out

So I could tell you what to do and what this thing is about

But all I've ever learned comes second-hand

And I dare not preach what I don't understand

-Make a Move (Icon for Hire)

"I hate you. I hate you all. I am going to die. And when I die, you will all stay away from my funeral."

"Don't be such a whiner, Snowy Holly."

"I am not a whiner, and it is not just me. Markalis doesn't like flying either."

"I thought that dementors liked flying," Cedric states.

"We do," Shades says, still looking bored despite having a book open in his lap. "It's just that Snowy Holly doesn't like it. He's pretty much grounded."

"Bite me, Shades."

"Shut up."

"Go away."

"Die."

"You first."

"Both of you, shut up!" Cat growls. "Shades, go back to your book. Snowy Holly, get on that broom and play for your house!"

"Fine!" The green and blue eyed dementor stares down at the broom. "I don't like it. I don't wanna go. I don't care that I'm good at this. We don't wanna go!"

"Get on the stupid broom!" With that, Cat pushes Snowy Holly onto the broomstick and off a roof. "Now have fun, or I get to drown you in the Black Lake!"

Cedric had convinced Snowy Holly to try out for the Hufflepuff team this year, and much to the whitette's chagrin, he made it easily. Ever since then, it's been a struggle to get him to even touch a broomstick.

It's not that he absolutely hates flying; it's just that while dementors can fly, they don't like it very much. They are a species built upon the snow and cold. The wind allows them to glide across the air, making it look like flying, but it's not. And to top it off, until they are at least five years old, dementor kits cannot use the wind at all. So, for Harry who became a dementor at age five, he had to wait for five more years, being ten when he could finally harness the ability.

Now, even three years later, he's still uneasy.

'I think you should just fall off…'

'Do you want to fall off?'

'Not really…'

'Then shut up, Markalis.'

'Why don't you call me by my nickname?'

'Because it's weird.'

'How is Alis weird?'

'It sounds like Alice, a girl's name.'

'How do you know that I'm male?'

'Shut up.'

Markalis chuckles, finding it fun to tease and torment his host. 'When are you going to tell everyone about what I really am?'

'Never.'

'Oh, so cold. Especially when last I checked, you were destined to become a dementor because of me. Or have you forgotten already?'

'You're an ass.'

'Yet, you are okay with me…' A soft sigh from the once-living redhead has Snowy Holly forgetting about his friends again. 'I miss Tom…'

'I'm aware…'

'You should be very careful, Snowy Holly… If I were to get my way, you wouldn't exist.'

'I know.'

Harry stares out at the moon that night, recalling a long lost memory of his unfortunate companion's. He knows that something like that awfulness will come again. He's terrified of it, so terrified that he's begun preparing with Tom. If the wizards dare take action again, he will end them.