The war was at a hold. Bordering on straight slaughter instead of killing for valid reasons. Scar had lost his companion and so had Ren. A king with no hand by his side.

He had been changing. He had been growing colder and colder everyday. Touching him made others freeze and shiver, his breathe was like icey wind, his eyes were as cold as the deepest caves in a blizzard.

He waited for your arrival just outside of Dogwarts, where the rest of the troops try and recover from their injuries and starvation from war.

His face stoic and cold. His expression calculated yet disinterested. It was hard to look him in the eye.