Tsyilna Llyria: I do as well, and it's alright. And on the subject of Icon for Hire, what's your favorite song? Mine's Off With Her Head.
vampireharry the 2: I'm so glad you do. And I will try my hardest!
I'm back!
Love, Keta
Chapter 4: Holding on to Brighter Days
You will bleed for what your hands have done
You can't outrun your ending
And I'll get well long before you let yourself
I may forgive you, but you never will
-Only a Memory (Icon for Hire)
Mismatched eyes glow darkly with murder as a furious Snowy Holly confines himself within the Chamber of Secrets. Frost gathers on his skin and flows outward onto freezing the very air; if a human were to be anywhere near him, they would surely die as their blood froze within their veins. ₰Do you think that killing Peter would make me feel so much better, Markalis?₰
The old dementor chuckles darkly in his head, feeling the fury as if it were his own. 'If you kill him, I'd feel better.'
₰That's very dark.₰
'It's what you were thinking... Say, Snowy Holly?'
₰Yes?₰
'I will win out in the end...'
₰Are you so certain that I will disappear?₰
'No. But I always win. Always.'
Snowy Holly meerly snorts and turns his attention away from the once-Rainbow-Adder, only to be greeted by the hisses of Salindra, the basilisk of the Chamber. §Why are you annoyed, little ssspeaker?§
₰No reason.₰
§That isss a lie. And you know how I hate liesss.§
₰Salindra not now.₰
§Tell me what isss wrong, hatchling. I do not like when you are angry. Remindsss me of Tom'sss mate. Markalisss' anger froze everything!§
₰It did?₰
§Yesss. Sssnowy Holly, pleassse take care of thisss anger. It will do you good to hold it in. But pleassse do not do it down here. It takesss forever to defrossst my scalesss.§
₰Alright. No need to get your scales in a twist.₰
The rain falls down steadily, thrumming against the windowpane of the Gryffindor third year boy's dorm. Inside, Snowy Holly stares down at his friend, silently and holds in his power to the point where his very core is throbbing with the need to freeze. That core calls out for him to sample the happy memories and dreams of those around him, but he refuses. They are his friends, and he will not feed without their permition. He cares for them dearly.
But the rat is another story.
Curled up beside the Weasley boy is his rat, writhing as his memories are slowly leached out. It fills Snowy Holly with joy to take anything he can from Peter Pettigrew. But his fun has to end eventually, so he leaves with promises that by the end of the week, the rat's soul will be his.
The next day during class, Snowy Holly's looking out of the window with a soft smile, thinking on his delicious meal last night. "You seem to be in a good mood," Luna croons as she takes her place beside him.
"I am. Have you ever thought of committing a very dangerous act, one that could be considered... vile... evil?"
"Honestly?" she chirps. "Often."
"Yet, you are so pure."
"You don't have to be tainted to think of doing something awful. After all, you obviously think bad things, but you are still good." Her face reflects the dark thoughts that twist around her innocent purity that drew the dementors to her. "So what bad thing are you thinking of?"
"Killing someone who has wronged me and my biological parents."
"Ah, then do it."
"You think that would be a good idea, Luna?
"Yes, I do."
"Alright... I'm glad you are not opposed to such things. You will make a grand dementor one day."
"You think so?"
"I know so."
"Will you turn me?"
"I can't."
"Why not?" Her expression becomes one of extreme disappointment.
"I'm not the leader yet. That's our leader's job."
"Oh..." Silence comes over them as Remus calls class to order.
Eventually, Snowy Holly leans over. "But I will be the one to give you your name. Moonbeam Follower."
The sun sets on Luna and Snowy Holly as they walk side by side down by the Forbidden Forest. "You know," Luna pipes up, "I see you out here a lot. Why is that?"
"My kind belongs to the wilderness."
"Where?"
He smiles. "The Shkhara mountains in Russia. They're beautiful, or so I have been told."
"What do you mean?" she asks. "Haven't you been there?"
"No. Our kind has not seen our homeland in nearly a century. We all moved to Azkaban on the promises that we would be integrated into human society and be given equal rights. That obviously did not happen. Now there is few of us, but much time, centuries to explore the world. But I am fated to live out my life with my people. At least... until I find my own successor."
"Ah," she murmurs. "So that's why you're a dementor. The current leader needed someone to take over." She pauses with a thought. "Doesn't he have someone to be with, like a lover or a wife?"
"Yes. He has his mate, Wandering Moon."
"Then why didn't they have a child together?"
Harry sighs. "It's not that simple, Luna. Dementors don't reproduce well. The mother die, sometimes the babies. It's too hectic and scary to let someone you love go through with it."
"But doesn't she want a child of her own."
"I think so. She used to pray for a child." He chuckles at the absurdity, in his own mind, of what he's about to say. "But she says, that I was the answer to her prayers."
"Maybe you were." Luna grins widely. "After all, you are the exception to every rule."
"Am not."
"Are too!"
Once again, Snowy Holly stands at Ron's bedside, leaching away the memories of the animagus rat. ₰I'm going to kill you...₰ he whispers. Even though he really can't hear, Peter twitches in his sleep as if terrified of the boy. Another night comes and ends the same way, on and on until Sunday.
Ron's passed out from a day spent on things that most certainly do not pertain to schoolwork, leaving Scabbers, Peter, alone and looking out of the window much like his stalker. The window is open, allowing the chilly breeze to rustle his fur, and he feels at peace until he realizes that there's someone behind him. With a soft, frightened squeak, he turns around to see the demonicly smiling face of the boy who's life was ruined by his actions. "Hello, Peter," he whispers in English. "Let's have some fun.
An:/ I was going to kill Peter in this chapter, but I felt like postponing it. It's kind of violent.