Death's Friend

'I've always wondered what made you scared,' Clara responded, picking up a teacup, her hands running over the worn china as she pressed a cold hand to Harriet's shaking body. 'But I guess, losing her, would top it - after all, what would Lord Death do, if his only connection to this world faulted. What would you do, Death, if Harriet Potter, lost this war' Companion Death's Hand.