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Chapter 3: Sing the Song of Fate and Fear
My thoughts are racing faster than my body can react.
The danger doesn't register, the fear feels like an act.
Don't pull the plug, I swear this isn't how I want to go.
The sound of my heart pounding tells me there's still hope.
-Fight (Icon for Hire)
The crystal ball in Divination reflects back a likeness of Snowy Holly as he stares at it. "How are you not asleep?" Ron asks.
"I don't know how you could possibly attempt to fall asleep. I find this class fascinating."
"How?"
"I don't know. I just do."
'I like this class too!'
'Figures that you'd speak up now.'
'I just thought that you could use some company.'
'Not yours!'
"-Holly. Snowy Holly." The dementor kit's head snaps up. "'S about time, mate. You spaced out again."
"Markalis wanted to talk to me." He sighs. "He's gotten increasingly gabby recently. It's rather annoying. I think it's because he's lonely."
Ron's about to put his two sense in when Professor Trelawney opens her mouth. "I would never have thought that a dementor would find it's way into my classroom. But now you are here, Snowy Holly. Tell me, do dementors believe in the art of divination?"
"We do. But generally the elders do such things. They are the ones that predict where a pure human is about to die. They do so to further our dying species." His sneer is cold. "But I guess the murdering ministry won't tell anyone about it."
"Ah," she smiles. "The Dementor Massacre. That was one of the darkest moments in wizarding history and truly sparked the efforts of the Death Eaters. All because of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named's lover, the dementor, Rainbow Adder."
"That's correct. And the minister of that time paid dearly for his crimes. After all, what could be worse than a dementor's kiss?"

"Good evening, Aurora."
"Good evening, Snowy Holly. How have your classes been?"
"Fantastic. I have made a new teacher companion."
"Who?"
"Sybil Trelawney."

Snowy Holly jumps down from the top of one of the towers and watches as a black dog bounds across the ground near the Whomping Willow. "Sirius," he sighs. "You shouldn't be here."