I sat in Harrys arms until we heard people moving around and waking up in the floors above us.

"I gotta go, thanks harry, you're the best." I said standing up, and rubbing my eyes, while mustering up a smile, as I saw the concern in his eyes. I walked slow in a zombie like state to the stairs and climbed slowly, sore all over. While Harry was indeed warm and comfy, the position I had curled up into wasn't so comfortable.

HARRYS POV

She stood up, and I watched her longingly, wishing our time together wasn't over. She was shaking slightly as she stood up from the couch and she smiled very slightly, and then walked away.

I felt my fists clench as I stared out the window to see falling snow and grey skies. Death eaters had done this, and everything in my gut told me Draco had something to do with it. He probably told his no good father about her and Josephine being friends and they used it to break her.

I heard her stumble up the stairs and stood up, and walked out the portrait. If she couldn't see how bad her and Draco's sick relationship was, I would make sure he knew.

THIRD PERSON

The room of requirements has always been a place of refuge for students and teachers alike. With the possibility of anything lurking behind the hidden doors, it made for a bit of excitement and mystery in a world full of tests and books. Such a thing would be considered a necessity to some people.

Though inside said room, a lone figure clad in robes of black that was anything but happy or relaxed was pacing back and forth ringing their hands, choked sobs shaking their body. They stopped momentarily to pick up a small object from the ground, out of a pile of randomly assorted knick knacks and throw it at the wall in a small fit of rage. It shattered and the lone person stood panting, tears drying on their cheeks.

Platinum blonde hair shined in the dim candle light provided by the mystical room, and grey eyes were shut in anger. They continued to pace in front of a dark cabinet, that was surrounded with a thick aura of evil intentions and malice until they leaned with their back against the wall, slowly sliding down until seated, and proceeded to sob.

One can only imagine the turmoil going on to make them cause such a spectacle.

ROSE

I couldn't bring myself to leave my room all morning. Once I walked in and saw Josephine's empty, made bed, I felt the endless, massive weight of familiar dread, sadness and despair fall upon my shoulders once more. My eyelids were heavy with regret and I climbed into my warm and inviting bed, closing my eyes and welcoming the familiar darkness of sleep.

I was asleep quickly, and I was truly grateful. In the world of dreams you can escape your problems, and evil is forced to wait another day to torment your soul any further.

Once I was asleep, a familiar tree grove awaited me, though this time I was seated on a rock in my usual red ensemble, as a small group of adult swans swam by. I smiled at them, their beauty enhanced by the warm light of a setting sun in the background. This was the first time in my visits that I saw the sun not high in the sky. Tree nymphs giggled girlishly around me and I could not bring myself to resist the urge to join them in play.

I slid off the rock and made my way seemingly weightlessly into the trees where the laughter was emitting from. Two nymphs, both equal in beauty and youth grabbed my hands and pulled me through the trees. We laughed and skipped all the way to an unknown destination, their hands were warm and my dress swirled airily around my ankles, and the curls in my hair bounced and swayed. The air was thick and smelled sweetly of fresh dew and fruit.

The nymphs let go and soon we began a carefree game of tag, quickly joined by other nymphs. One in blue crept up behind me and tapped my shoulder, I spun around and reached out to grab her but she merged inside a tree. I turned around and swiftly took off happily after a tall leggy nymph in pale pink, with flowing black hair that flew after her like silk.

In this grove, there was no evil, there were no amulets and your best friends weren't killed. But none of this entered my mind right now, I was carefree and enjoying my role as predator in a hopefully never ending game of cat and mouse.

THIRD PERSON

The job of headmaster is never easy, and when the students you have sworn to protect have wands and the ability to use them, things become twice as difficult. The job can take a toll on ones appearance, sanity, and mentality. Dumbledore, who had once skin soft as a baby's bum, and the agility of a man three times younger, was now winded after the long walk up the stairs to his office. He relished the feeling of his cushioned chair behind his desk, as he carefully observed the man in front of him.

This man with a troubled heart, and a lost soul whose cloak glided after him and who could freeze a person with one cold stare and angry snarl.

"Severus, do you have the vial?" he said quietly, his voice laced with dread and remorse.

"Yes headmaster." He answered quietly, reaching into his robes and pulling out a small vile containing a silvery liquid within.

Dumbledore slowly took the vile in his undamaged hand, and shuttered at the site of it. a pensive sat on the desk in front of him, and he poured the contents within and stared inside.

The two were sucked into a world of things that were too late to prevent, and too somber to enjoy.

The two men stood side by side and observed the scene before them that seemed to unfold like a play.

A man who could be Snape's twin walked out with a young girl. This twin was the man himself, made possible by the simple fact that this had all already happened.

The girl hung in his arms as he carried her into the room, of masked faces and cruel thoughts. She was laid onto the floor, her blonde hair spilling out all around her in a sea of beauty.

All in the room stood and formed a circle around her, expectantly. The dream Severus pulled a wand out and aimed at the girl. A single spell shot out and slammed into her chest, silencing her silent breathes, and ending to world of pain she had been enduring while she slept.

Anyone watching, who was not a part of this unfathomable deed would have been highly confused, and those who were a part of it, would all be suffering from different emotions.

Snape, the shooter, was an unreadable shell. His eyes hardened and body stiff, with no trace of an expression.

A woman in the crowd, with only a mouth to be seen, was smirking, and stood proudly at the sight of a dead teenager who had met her end much too soon.

And in the corner, separated from the rest, a familiar head of white gold hair was looking around nervously, with eyes calm, but shaking fists. A war was going on inside his heart, but the sight in the center of the room allowed him to fight it unseen.

"What was the purpose of this?" The headmaster said, his voice hardened as he stared at the innocent body in the middle of the room.

"To break miss. Williams. The dark lord thought it to be important if she was to join him. Also, he had some reason to believe she was a seer, and if that was true she would be a threat."

"But to have her killed, like this. At least it was done with mercy."

"The final end was merciful, but the interrogation was anything but."

The headmasters head whipped around and stared into the cold eyes of the man beside him.

"Voldemort questioned her?"

"Yes, for three grueling hours. How she survived I don't know, but I can only hope she didn't say anything."

The two stood silently as they watched the body get disposed of, and the death eaters talk amongst themselves in hushed whispers.

New, sick and twisted meaning is always found somehow in the saying; all is fair in love and war.

DRACOS POV

Showering did absolutely nothing; I was still the cause for Rose's trauma. Rose had been in a coma for a month, and all that blasted Pomfrey would say was that she would awake when she was ready.

I knew what had happened, she had been pushed too far, and she was broken. i hadn't had time to see her, I had my mission and if that wasn't carried out, nothing would be solved and she could end up even worse.

The dark lord wanted her, and he always seemed to get just what he wanted, with no regards for the lives ruined along the way.

ROSE

The game seemed endless, but as the sun finally set and the moon reached its peek in the sky, I found myself sitting amongst beauties, listening to the harp playing of Apollo. Well it looked like a harp, a mini one though. He played beautifully, and I couldn't take my eyes off of him. He was beauty incarnate and the music made my heart soar. I leaned against the back of a nymph whose name I never quite caught. As he played, Apollo stared longingly into my eyes, and I returned the gaze. His fingers sped up and the music followed, the stare in his eyes intensifying, my body felt as though it were on fire, and there was no water that could put it out.

I could feel his gaze all over me as I closed my eyes blissfully. I could not hate him, how could I be angry at one who played so beautifully, who allowed me to live in such a beautiful world. He was only doing his job, and perhaps he was right about Draco. In that world, things were chaotic and horrifying; this place was enchanting and beautiful. I never want to leave.

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