Summary- Harry had been pretty much taught that he was the weapon of the wizarding world, but what happens when the wizarding world decide they don't need a weapon anymore? What happens when they discard Harry and expect him to suddenly switch into something besides what he had been forged into? Let's take a look and see when that just can't happen. Supernatural/ Harry Potter crossover. Most likely slash Pairing, though what exactly hasn't been decided.

Disclaimer- I do not own Harry potter or Supernatural, nor do I make any profit off of either one of them.

Pairing vote

Harry/Gabriel (trickster getting Harry to lose his icy cool) (Snowcone?)- 2

Harry/Sam-1 (be lovable giant slowly melting down Harry's icy walls? (Snowpuppy?)

Harry/Dean—(Ideas)

Harry/Cas. - (?)

Harry/Cas/Dean-(?)

Harry/Gab. /Cas. (?)

Harry/Dean/Cas. (?)

Harry/Dean/Sam(?)

Chapter one

Harry honestly didn't know what to do with himself now. The war was over and Voldemort, along with all the deatheaters that had been on his side, had been thoroughly defeated. Making it so that wheat ever they may have planned in return for the death of their lord was finished before it could have even begun. Leaving Harry feeling rather empty, and utterly lost, because of this.

After all, all he knew how to do was fight, was to survive in some way and defeat whatever he had been directed against. All he really knew was preparing and fighting the war that had just ended. It was after all the only thing he had been really allowed to know by the Headmaster and the majority of the wizarding world.

Because of the, all Harry could say he truly knew was to attack, defend and pretty much obey the orders he was given. All he knew was how to be was the weapon he had been long since been forged into. It was all he was allowed to be for nearly as long as he could remember, and Harry didn't know how to exactly change that. Even if it seemed he was being ordered to do so.

After all, how does one change something so deep about themselves, when it was something that was trained into nearly all his entire life. Had been part of his life since he was seven years old? Which is when the last of those of his blood, the Dursley's died in a car crash, like they had always told him his parents had done so.

Something Harry had always found to be highly ironic and a beautiful form of Karma if he ever got the time to think about it. Something he rarely actually got to do considering the training he had always under taking or later on the battles he had been fighting in. Rarely leaving him with much time to have such random thoughts about people he really couldn't bring himself to care to much about.

But, back to the fact of Dursley's had died. When that had happened, Harry had been the only on to come out of the car crash alive. Seeing as at the time of the crash Harry's magic had managed to safe him just in time. Leaving him being the only one to make it out alive out of that burning car.

Something Harry, even at the time it had happened, hadn't been too broken up about it. Seeing as Harry never really call those people his family and was never really considered family by them in return. Though considering the horrible memories he did have of them when they were still alive, and how they had treated him, Harry figured that was a given.

But it was shortly after this car crash, when Harry was trying to survive in the woods, a little further from where the actual accident had taken place, that Harry had been found by Dumbledore.

Who at that point had pretty much become Harry's handler as he decided, upon seeing Harry capture, kills, skin and cook a rabbit to eat in a matter of minutes. Despite the lack of time he had actually been in the woods, to begin training Harry to fight the war he knew what was coming. After all Harry did seem to be a natural inclined for it any way, if the how quickly he had learned to survive and hunt in the woods meant anything.

Since the Headmaster had made that decision for Harry and hadn't given Harry much of a choice as he grabbed him, taking the weapons Harry had managed to make as he did so. Before bringing him to an unplottable manor that headmaster owned, all before Harry could quiet figure out just what was going on.

When Harry had fist arrived at the Manor in question, screaming and fighting to get away from the headmaster's hold, they hadn't even really begun training; not immediately at least. They didn't really start to for a couple of months in fact.

Dumbledore first felt that to get the best results, the results that he wanted, that he first needed to 'fix' all the problems that Harry had before he began training; least they cause further damage. Becoming something that couldn't be easily as fixed in the future, become a future ding in is armor so to say.

Or at least this is what was told everyone else, including Harry, was told when it eventual got out. But to do this Dumbledore first started out with having Harry's eyes magical fixed; with a complex potion spell potion combination; with the cost coming out of Harry family vaults of course.

The next thing that Dumbledore had correct was the malnourishment Harry had suffered through during the beginning of his childhood. Which was quickly but surely fixed up, as his body was put through several different rituals to get in in the best condition that it could be in.

Or at least all the ritual his then eight-year-old body could take, the rest of which Harry would be made to do after his seventeen birthday. After he had gone through his magical majority and those rituals would be the ones that would push his body above what he would have normally had been at.

But once the first couple of rituals was done, and Harry was deemed to be in optimum health, Dumbledore decided that the eight-year-old ready enough in his mind to begin his training. A sort of training that lasted years and only ended just as the war begun.

At first Harry had fought against the training, not wanting it and wanting nothing more than to go back to the woods he had been found in; which had been something close to a sanctuary for him when he had been lost.

But eventual Harry had seen how the training in question would be something that would help him, had helped him, and eventually stopped fighting so hard against it as he went along with it.

Which was something that seemed to please Dumbledore and the trainers that the headmaster had brought to train him something fierce. Especially as Harry showed to be extremely talented in multiply things when he put his mind to it; which he was now doing unlike before.

Because of this Harry had learned a lot of different things; most of which dealt with fighting or defending in some way. Throughout the many years he had been trained Harry had been taught many different things, be it magical or muggle he was eventual taught it; in some way or another.

With the more muggle training being something which Harry himself had decided to add once all the real training began. Seeing as he knew that those on the other side wouldn't be prepared to deal with anything they felt was beneath them; which meant anything dealing with muggles. Something Harry took full advantage of seeing as Harry knew just how deadly the so-called muggles could be when the cards were all down. One had to only look in their history to see that.

In the end everything Harry had managed to learn, in the efforts to be a better warrior, a better weapon for the wizarding world to weld, was a lot more than Harry had originally thought that it was going to be.

One of the main things he had learned to wield with terrifying efficiency was his magic. When it came to his magic, and the Magic abilities Harry had learned there were a lot of different things he had gained over the years.

Things from knowing highly levels of runes; that would be equal to what the upper levels of curse breakers would know. And most of which could be use in defense, offence or warding in some way. And had been on several different occasions during the war, much to the disbelieve and horror to the Deatheaters who had tried to hide behind their oh so powerful family wards.

Speaking of wards, or warding to be more précises, Harry had learned several of the most offensive and defensive wards that were in the Potter, Black or Hogwarts libraries. Some of which were actually considered rather dark, or even illegal, by the Ministry standards, but Harry had learned anyway to keep those he wanted safe. Not to mention he had to know several of them to know how to best tear them down, after all what best way to tears something down then to know exactly how it was placed up to begin with.

Harry had also learned battle transfiguration, which included, weapon transfiguration, which was learning how to turn everyday things, or things that you'd find laying around on the ground in to different types of weapons.

He also learned things like the animation spells, animal transfiguration, and best of all in Harry's opinion Animagus transfiguration. Where Harry's form both surprised and impressed everyone. Not to mention proved to be something that was extremely helpful when it came to the war; which had started shortly after Harry had turned fifteen.

One of the very first things he had started training in and then continued training on thought out everything, was defense against the dark arts; as well as the dark arts themselves. The defense against the dark for the most part, learning each and every bit he could get his hands on.

And when it came to the actual Dark arts he was actually only being taught the basics about them. Mostly how to fix the damaged they did or how to recognize and stop said dark arts more than anything else. Though he had learned quite a few of the less malicious dark arts magics there were; that were labeled more grey then dark.

But none the less it was there, when it came to using and learning defense against the dark arts, that came to Harry as natural as breathing did. Which really showed as he all but flew through the materials; leaving his trainers not only stunned but slightly frightened as well. This was an area Harry had gotten a mastery in, and literally blew most others out of the waters when it came to it; both with knowledge of it as well as the skills in using it.

Another area in magics that Harry was surprisingly good at, despite the disbelieve of one of his trainers, was Potions and it was one of the skills he that he was the most diverse in. Seeing as he hadn't learned only potions for attack or defending like he had with most other magics, but he had also learned potions that could be used in pretty much anything.

Be it healing, cleaning, repairing and so much more; because unlike most magics potion weren't ranked by power level but knowledge and skills. It also took time to build up the skills need to make the more powerful or difficult potions.

But because of the fact there were so many uses for potions, as well as so many different types of potions Harry found making these potions, especially once he knew he most likely wouldn't be used in harming another, to be a rather soothing to make when he was feeling stressed or angered about something.

But by far one of the most favorite things that Harry had learned during his training, and the one he had to pretty much beg to actual learn, with a good deal of it being taught to him against orders, in totally secrecy, in some cases learn, was magical healing. Which was something Dumbledore felt Harry would never really need or have any skill in. Considering how good he was at fighting, at causing destruction and death; something that was the exact opposite of healing.

But contrary to what the headmaster seemed to think Harry really shone with it came to healing magic, coming to him even better than defense against the dark arts did; and that was saying something.

Not only that but, instead of learning just the bare basics of healing, which would be enough to patch someone up long enough to get them real help. Like the headmaster had wanted, and thought, Harry had learned, he had gone a lot more then that.

He had learned quite a bit beyond just the bare basics of healing, in fact, Harry had spent four years under several different healer, in secret, learning everything he could in healing.

Four year, learning all he could in actual healing, creating and helping rather than destroying like the others had wanted him to learn. Learning everything his teaches were willing to teach him without him swearing the healer's oath. Which meant the only thing he really couldn't heal was mainly injuries to the mind, soul, or persons magic. Which were the main types of healing magics that the healer's oath were required to learn considering how 'open' said healing was.

Still knowing how to heal, and to heal so efficiently, was something that was like a balm on Harry mind. Mainly because of the fact that he now knew if he needed to, and if he eventual found someone who actually cared about him as he did them in return, Harry would be able to help them if they ever got hurt; be it in illnesses or something much more damaging. Knowing this lifted an unknown weight off of Harry's chest, and at the same time caused something that had been all to tight before to loosen in his chest.

Combined with everything else he was learning in his almost nonstop training, seeing as he hadn't even been allowed to go to Hogwarts once he had reached eleven like most other magical had been, had been magical Charms.

Though unlike potions and healing Harry hadn't been able to learn as much of this as he wanted seeing as the headmaster seemed to disapprove of what Harry had been learning so far. Seeing as according to him they would play no part in what he felt was Harry's future.

This being said, when it came to Charms, as well as a few of the other things Harry was being taught, the headmaster took special care that Harry had learned mainly different charms that could be used in a fight in some way. And none of the other charms Harry took interest in, saying things like tickle charms or pranking spells had no place in Battle. Even if Harry himself could think of several different ways they could.

Though, as a small plus, Harry had managed to sneak in several different charms that could be used in fighting as well as in everyday life. Charms like the cleaning charm, and other house hold charms that when over powered could do serious damage to who every it was against.

These charms gave Harry a small sense of normality he really didn't have in his life; even if they did make everyone look at what most called house witches rather differently once they saw Harry actually use these spells in battle.

The magics Harry had actually spent the most time in learned about, and actually had the most difficulty with, which meant that he was always training in or practicing in some way, was Battle magics.

This was some of the most wildest uncontrollable magic that was available to the wizarding world and could cause massive damage when used; what with it being able to literally level battle fields if used correctly.

It was also incredible draining, both physically as well as mentally; with the sheer control that was needed when use it. Which was one of the reasons why Harry was always training and practicing with it.

As because of how wild said magic was there was really no mastering it. It was a type of magic that used no words but mental commands and forces of will, it was also one of the magics that made it, so Harry actually had to have a magical staff to be able to use it. Seeing as battle magic would blow up, destroy and completely over power any normal want it was used with. Though as Harry most recently learned there was one wand that could use it; even if Harry had transformed said want into a staff to keep it secret.

One of the other magics Harry had been forced to learn that needed a staff instead of a wand like most magic did, and still trained in every day like he did with battle magics, was Elements magics.

Now Harry hadn't been able to learn to wield all the elements there was out there, but instead he was able to use the ones that were closest to him; and only those. In some case people had only one element they were close to, and in other they had several different elements they could control. In Harry's case he had three elements that were close to him; though the third one was actual due to the first two.

Harry's elements were Wind and Water for his main elements, and because of this, not to mention because of the pure determination and training he had put into it, Harry also had the element of Ice; something which Harry wanted to learn since he found out about combining main elements.

Though when it came to that third element Harry had less control, and it cost him more power to use it; even if it was one of his favorite elements to use. Because something about Ice felt soothing, and oddly familiar to Harry; not to mention very helpful in a fight. After all, making it hard for the enemy to stand or in worst case scenario to literally stab the enemy that was attacking him with his ice was truly helpful when it came to a fight.

Care of magical creatures, or to be more precise the understanding of how to fight, defeat, escape, tame or in some way use the different magical creatures out there was also covered. To a large extent, more so then Harry had thought it was going to be when he had first started on it.

Though at the same time it wasn't covered nearly as much as Harry would have liked seeing as he enjoyed being around the friendly half giant Hagrid. And by not being covered enough for his liking Harry meant when it came to the more physically part of magically creatures, the actually meeting of them and dealing with them by hand that said half giant covered.

The other more book work and researching parts of magical creatures was covered a lot more then Harry wanted to deal with. Though he did find it interesting the difference in creature when it came to magical nature as well as location the creature was found at to be rather interesting at the same time. He had never known before that depending on where they came from and what they were before they had become the creatures in question that there were two different types of vampires or werewolf's.

Outside of his magical training, and when it came to the more Mundane abilities, as Harry called them instead of muggle like the majority of the wizarding world, he had learned even more things then that; most of them more physical then anything else.

Seeing as Dumbledore hadn't seen the value in him learning any more than that; though Harry had added in at least a high school education and a Ged in case he ever needed to blend in while in the muggle world. Something the headmaster had reluctantly agreed to even if he did drag his feet in about doing so. Not that it would have honestly have stopped Harry from going behind Dumbledore's back and getting them himself if the headmaster hadn't agreed to it.

After as Harry had informed Dumbledore and his other trainers there would be a time where he couldn't use magic and it was best to be prepared for it when it did eventually come up.

This more mundane training included, several different hand to hand fighting styles that Harry mixed together to form his own unique fighting style. On the off chance he lost his wands, or was in too close of quarters to use any magic without risking those that might be on his own side. He also learned how to uses several different weapons to go along with his fighting style if he needed them.

One being swords, a pair of twin swords to be exact, and with these swords Harry, at least according to those who saw him use them or his trainers, was literally a demon on the battle filed with. Giving the deatheaters as much mercy as they gave those they attacked themselves; which is to say none at all.

The next weapon Harry had learned, and continued to learn more about still, would be the long pitch black magical staff he had crafted. Which was six and half feet of Ash wood twisted together with Elder wood, soaked in the willingly given blood of an ice dragon with the inner core of Thestral tail hair twisted around the bone of the same ice dragon the wood had been soaked in.

From what Harry had been told by the maker of his staff was that his staff was very telling of the kind of person he was, and that he should look into the meaning of what was in the staff to see what it was telling others about him.

Harry when he had heard this, and when he had managed to get away from his trainers and so-called watchers could help but look up what his staff could mean. What he found left Harry feeling confused yet proud; not to mention wondering if it really fit him.

Though after finding out about his wand and figuring out how to use it with his magic, decided that he also needed to know how to use it when it came to actually fighting with it as well. And if doing so made the earlier mentioned magics come that much easier for him then that was only a plus; not to mention prove that he was going about learning his staff the correct way.

ON top of his swords and staff Harry also learned how to use such weapons as, throwing daggers, and guns for more distance fighting. Both of which Harry was good enough to hit where he was aiming even when upside-down free falling at high speeds. Something that had been tested on several different occasions; sometimes while being highly injured on top of free falling at that.

Not only had Harry learned how to fight with hand to hand, as well as with different weapons, but during his last twelve years of training, he had also learned, and used during the war, skills in stealth. Which Harry had learned, as well as used a good deal during the war. Seeing as said stealth helped amazingly when it came to assassinating other on the opposite side; something which Harry had done only when it came to some of the dark lord's most extreme followers. Though doing this seemed to go side by side with the lock picking skills he had learned on chance he ever got captured by someone.

Next would be the training Harry had the most fun in, but at the same time the training that proved to be worth the effort he put into them in several different ways. This was the fact Harry had also been taught Gymnastics, which he combined with free running he had also learned, before promptly adding both of them into his fighting style. Something which made it just that much harder to hit him; as he twisted, bended and flipped over all attacks that were directed at him.

Making it look as if he was literally dancing around his enemy's attacks. Which, when Harry heard this he decided it funny enough that he had also included several different forms of dancing into his training; so, he could literally say he had done so. Even if the fact he had taken up dancing of all things, including ballet, go him several scornful looks from those that were supposedly on his side.

Though on a positive note the dancing training he was doing had the added benefit of improved his balance and gymnastic skills, even more so then it had been before; making other say he had a real cat like grace when he moved now. Because of this, no one could or did complain any more when he decided to learn more if it. Even if some of the more stubborn, and gender stereo types of wizards, still did mocked Harry some for dancing of all things.

On top of that Harry had also learn the basic skills in first aid, and mundane medication. Which he used and combined with the knowledge he had in magical healing. Which because he had such knowledge in Harry had taken to carrying a small bottomless medical kit attached to his belt; filled with everything he could think of that he might need in helping someone.

Not only that but Harry also was trained in things such as swimming, cliff climbing and the best ways to actual run. So, he could always be better prepared when it came to escaping; after all, if your faster than your enemy they couldn't really capture you now could they. Something Harry was insanely grateful for as it was having this knowledge, these skills, that had actually helped him in escaping from being captured by the death eaters on several different occasions.

Yes, Harry had trained in everything that came to either his or Dumbledore's mind when it came to preparing for what could be needed when it came to battle. That or when it came to finding out what would be the most helpful when it came to what would be needed to survive in the world they were currently in.

Something Harry hadn't fought against as he didn't see a reason why he should fight against it being trained when it was what he would need if he wanted to survive through the war that had come.

But what he hadn't seen was the fact he was slowly but surely being wielded into a weapon for the wizarding world, at least he hadn't seen it until it was too late for him to really get out of it; too much time, emotions and determination to end it all to truly get out of it at that point. Besides by that point, Harry honestly didn't know what else to do but fight said war he was now part of, that he was now in the front lines of.

However now it was all over, and that the dust of all the fight had finally settled, the war he had been trained for all his life, was now done. Harry couldn't say he felt empty now that the war was over, but more like he felt useless. A feeling Harry hadn't liked when his so-called family had made him feel it and liked even less after over twelve years of not feeling it.

At the same time Harry could regret his training, as all the training he had been put through, all the fights, all the knowledge he had been made to learn had be made to learn had been massively helpful in everything he had been through.

In fact, the now twenty-year-old Harry was sure he wouldn't had survived as well off as he currently was if he hadn't gotten all the training he had been given; in fact, he was sure of it. Not to mention that there most likely would have been a lot more death then there had been if he had had been trained. Considering Harry had been sent out nearly every time there was an attack to minimize the death there could be.

But now after everything was said and done with Harry had no idea as what to do next; seeing all his life all he did have was the war that had just ended. Something which was made just that much worse by the fact the ones he usually turned to, to find out just what to do next were also dead.

Some having died throughout the years, like Severus, Kingsley, and Moody. While the main instigator of this whole thing, Albus Dumbledore, having actually died just recently; looking for all the world like he had been torn apart by werewolves or something similar to them.

Leaving Harry with no clue as to what he should do now. Especially since the wizarding world, as a whole, seemed to want Harry to simply forget what he had been made into, forget all the knowledge he had in fighting, in kill and in defeating those that would mean others harm and settle down in to what they felt was a normal life. They wanted him to become the hero of light Dumbledore had been, but unlike Dumbledore they wanted him to settle down and have a family of his own.

Something Harry knew no idea how to do and couldn't honestly do so as his trained instincts and reflexes really wouldn't let him relax as much as the others wanted him to do so. Not to mention Harry had never really shown interesting in anyone in any regards and frankly really wasn't interested in playing house with some stranger because that was what the wizarding world wanted. He may have been made in to weapon but that didn't mean he obeyed all orders he was given, especially since all those that had been his supposed wielders were no longer among the living to begin with.

Which was why, Harry was where he was now. Laying down beneath the whomping willow, where no one else would be able to reach him; resting again the trunk of said tree as he did so.

Seeing as unlike him no one else had taught the tree to respect them, or at least that was what Harry had thought. Before he heard a soft almost dream gently voice float over to him not far from he was sitting. Far enough away that he wouldn't notice her unless she made more threatening movement but certainly close enough to be in the whomping willows range.

" Hello Harry, I see the Nargles are back to bothering you, and I so thought you had gotten rid of them before I had even met you. But it seems your current thought have driven them back to you clouding you mind with confusion because I see the buzzing around you now." Hearing this Harry spun around to face the speak wand in hand and curse at the tip of his tongue as he did so.

Only to relax slightly and for a nearly inviable smile to grace his face when he saw just who it was; though at the same time given what had just been said he should have guessed earlier who it was that was speaking. Seeing as no one spoke like she did.

Still Luna was one of the few people in the wizarding world Harry had honest respect for and at the same time could call a friend; had called a friend since she had stumbled upon him training in the forbidden forest when he was fourteen.

She was actually one of the first person close to his own age he had seen in a long time and one of the very few who didn't seem to be bothered by his sometimes-cold nature. She called him shy of things when he got cold; and honestly Harry couldn't deny that completely seeing as he never really talked to many other people in his life. But this fresh honestly, and nonjudgment nature was most likely the thing that made the friendship they had just that much strong. Which is why Harry's smile grew a bit when he replied to her.

"Hey Luna, the Nargles aren't clouding my thoughts at the moment I am just confuses as to what I should do now. I just feel like I don't fit quite right here anymore, with edges a bit too sharp to fit where everyone feels I should. It doesn't help any that everyone else seems to want me to change so I do fit in…." Here Harry paused, and his eyebrows wrinkled in a bit as he tried to calm himself down a bit before he continued on.

"But I cannot…no I will not bring myself to change who I am right now, everything that is me is screaming against it for some reason." This got Harry an oddly knowing smile from Luna before she answered him her tone change slightly as she did so. Become almost heavier, more knowing and somehow making Harry know that what she was saying was going change his life in some way as she did so.

"Harry if you don't feel like you fit in here anymore, then go find the place you feel like you do fit. I think you have something worse than Nargles clouding your thoughts if you can't figure that out…. hmm maybe you can go find out why the howlinghearts are the way they are? Do what you feel is best Harry not what other feel is best for you, I would think you'd have long gotten tired of that." That said Luna turned her all to knowing eyes onto him before turning around with a light spin to literally skip back to the castle; leaving a very thoughtful Harry behind her as she did so.

Do what he felt what was best for him, and no longer let others control him, he could seriously get behind that. But what did Luna mean by howlinghearts and finding out why they were the way they were?

The only think he could think of that was howling that he was curious about was wolves, or werewolves. But the think about hearts confused him for a second until he remembered that the werewolves in America where a lot different then the ones in magical world, and that those werewolves actually ate hearts during the full moon.

Remember this made Harry recall all the other creatures that were different in America then the ones found in the magical world and his curiosity of why that could be. It also made Harry remember the books on the people that hunted the creatures when they got out of hand and began killing others. The hunters, they were called and as Harry thought of this, as he recollected everything he knew about what hunters actually did Harry suddenly got a good idea of just what he wanted, no needed, to do know.

But first he really needed to get everything he needed together and get to America before he did anything else. Well that, and he needed to thank Luna for giving him the idea in the first place because who knows what he would have ended up doing if she had come by when she did.

A.N- As for Harry staff I am figuring it is something like this.

Ash wood-Ash wood is a wood that aids in intelligent, wisdom and is had by those who are curious. It promotes heal and protects those it loves. It is a wood that is strong in protection magics, enhance skills, justice, weather magics and for those who seek justice for both the user and others.

Elder wood-Elder wood is someone who accepts death and knows that is part of life. They do not fear death. It is best used in banishments, magical arts, protection from evil, healing. It is seen with those with imagination and those who will bring change to the world.

Soaked in blood- depending on the blood or if is willingly given or not shows that the users aren't afraid to get their hands dirty to get what they need done. If it is willingly given then it means the user is willingly to shed their own blood, tears or even their own life see that their goals are meet. If forcefully taken it mean the user is willing to shed others blood, tear others down to make sure they get what they want done.

Ice dragon blood- this is a near extinct dragon who is known for it's control over ice instead of fire. This dragon's blood in wand means that the person who wields in doesn't get heated when angered by gets down right icy. Wielders of these wands are usually the most dangerous to anger for this reason.

Therstail tail hair- Wands with this type of core cannot simply be mastered by winning them. It can only be mastered by a witch or wizard who is able to face death with acceptance in their hearts.

Ice dragon bone- A bone core means that person is accepting of death or closely related to death, those that have this core aren't common in the least bit. But have an ice dragon bone in a wand would mean the person can related to death and has a close connection to ice in a powerful way.