DRACO

I found myself walking by the infirmary for the fifth time in one day, and managed to convince my body to look inside. There, right in front of the entrance in the first bed, laid Rose. She was surrounded with flowers, candy and presents. And there sat potthead, and I could feel my blood boil. How dare he sit by my Rose and pretend to care. Merlin knew this was a stunt to get attention, he couldn't care about her the way I did. This was just a damned publicity stunt using Rose.

I walked in and felt my hand grip my wand when I saw him holding her hand as she slept, what gave him the right to touch her? But before I could set foot into the room, I felt an invisible force punch me in the chest. He had the right, he hadn't stood by while her best friend was cruelly tortured and murdered at the hands of a maniac and heartless professor.

He hadn't stood there and done nothing to stop it, he hadn't helped Snape slip a drug into the blondes pumpkin juice and lure her into the forbidden forest while she was alone.

No, he hadn't done anything wrong. I was the bad guy, and for once, Potter was the only one without blame. He hadn't broken the one person who could have changed everything. I felt a sharp pain in my wrist, and swiftly left the area, and back to the room of requirements. I could only hope Rose could find it in her heart to forgive me, and pray my mother wouldn't think badly of me for what I had to do. What I was forced to do.

ROSE

The nymphs and I sat the entire night listening to Apollo play, until I eventually fell asleep. I had no idea one could sleep in the dream world without waking up but I managed it.

When I awoke the sun was high in the sky, and I was lying down with my head in somebody's lap, while they played with my hair. I inhaled and stretched out my legs, enjoying the feeling of someone's fingers running through my hair. I exhaled deeply and breathed in through my nose, the scent of cinnamon filling my senses. I finally coaxed my eyes opened, and in front of me was the pond.

"I see your awake, did you sleep well?" I heard a voice from above say.

I rolled over onto my back, keeping my head in their lap and lazily looked into the sky blue eyes of Apollo as he leaned against the old willow tree we were seated under. His golden hair glistened in the sun, and he looked amazingly beautiful.

"Why didn't I wake up in the real world?" I asked, dazed and very thirsty.

"Because your mind didn't want to, your soul knows you belong here."

"Belong here?" I asked, not sure I heard him correctly since my mind felt as though it were stuffed with cotton and my head was spinning.

"Yes, here without a care in the world." he said easily, rubbing my cheek with his thumb, smiling. Or smirking, I never could tell with him.

"I see." I mumbled, closing my eyes and leaning into his hand with what I'm sure was a girly smile on my face.

"You could remain here permanently if you wish body and mind." I heard him say, his voice serious as I plucked bits of grass from the ground tiredly.

My eyes opened and I looked up at him, and saw him holding the amulet in his hand. I watched him swing it back and forth. He made it look so harmless, so non evil, so beautiful.

He looked back down at me, and I felt my arms prop me up into a seated position, facing him. He leaned forward and wrapped his arm around my waist and with one tug pulled me into his lap and held me there, and I felt so safe, and secure. My red dress was fanned out and it had risen up quite a bit after he pulled me into his lap.

"I want to stay here with you." I heard myself say into his warm chest.

"I can have that arranged." he said, and kissed my forehead tenderly. I looked up and our eyes met, I felt my eyelids close, and a hot pressure press against my lips. I pulled away and smiled happily, tasting cinnamon on my lips.

"Here, I thought you may be hungry." He said, reaching beside him and holding out a piece of bark acting like a makeshift plate with a sliced open pomegranate.

I reached out, plucked a seed and used my tongue to break it against the roof of my mouth. The bittersweet juice spilled out, and filled my mouth. We sat there eating, when suddenly I was surrounded in screams, and all I could see was darkness.

I could feel myself screaming and lashing out. I could hear Draco's voice calling out to me, and then Harry's, and so many more voices, I could also feel pain everywhere, as though I were being stabbed all over with multiple daggers by thousands of different people. When suddenly, all but the agonizing pain stopped and I found myself on the ground on my back, with Apollo on top of me holding onto my wrists and holding down my legs with a panicked look on his face.

I felt tears on my cheeks and stared up at him pathetically, my lower lip trembling like a small child.

"Make it stop, please." I pleaded, closing my eyes trying to block out the cries I was hearing and mentally trying to make the pain stop since there wasn't exactly any Tylenol lying around. I wanted it to just go away, I was happy, I didn't want to worry about any of that.

I looked back up, and stared pleadingly at Apollo, and felt my eyes closed as he kissed me, the moment he did so all the voices stopped and the pain went away.

He then stopped and leaned down his mouth by my ear, and whispered, "If you promise to stay here with me, I vow to make your life easy, and give you everything you could ever hope for. And you wont ever, have to deal with these painful memories again."

I could feel hope rise in my chest, and turned my head to look him in the eyes. I slid my hand from his grip and cupped his cheek, watching his eyes close and ran my fingers through his hair.

"I promise, I will stay with you. Please, make it all go away." I said, and with those words, events were set in motion that I could never have predicted, and with my actions, I damaged hearts that I could never mend.

HARRYS POV

I was pacing in the infirmary; I came here to think whenever I could. Dumbledore had found a Horcrux, and we were planning when to go retrieve it. i was pacing when suddenly, something happened to rose's body.

I looked over, and for a minute, she looked like she was fading. The little bell above her bed began to ring and the nurse ran in. she stared at rose for a minute and mumbled to herself and ran out saying, "must get Dumbledore."

I looked back at rose and indeed, she was fading. The tips of her fingers were nearly see through! What was happening, perhaps professor Snape of even Malfoy used a curse to get her out of the way.

Madame Pomfrey rushed in at that moment with Dumbledore right behind her. They stood over her and Dumbledore sighed.

"I feared this might happen when I heard about the dreams." The headmaster said to himself as he stared pityingly at Rose's slowly disappearing form.

"Headmaster, what's going on with her? Why is she vanishing?" I asked, gripping the railing of her bed tightly.

He looked up at me sadly, and the back down.

"She has been getting visits from Apollo, which isn't strange since she is the amulet keeper. But, Apollo has never been one to ignore a pretty girl, or a chance for power. If he can get her to stay with him in his world, the land of the gods, then he would have access to her witch powers, as well as the powers that come with her place as keeper of the amulet of Apollo. And should she willingly give herself to him, she could become a demi goddess."

"A goddess? Seriously?" I asked disbelievingly.

"No, a demi goddess. She would be granted immortality, and perhaps a title, but nothing else. But, it would come at great consequence."

"What?"

"She would have to stay in that realm, only able to visit us in the dream world, and most likely, she would forget her mortal life and start over as in their world."

I stared up at him and looked down at her.

"Judging by the rate she is disappearing, she is doing this willingly."

"She wouldn't do that! She wouldn't give up on everyone just for the power!" I cried.

"Maybe not, but have you considered what she has had to endure? For you, it may not be much, but not everyone has as strong a will as you, and a broken heart is much easier to manipulate than one of gold."

"So, Apollo is using her?"

"Perhaps."

I stared back at rose, and prayed she would change her mind. If not for me, then for the world.

THIRD PERSON

While one soul reclines with a god, and slowly gets closer to the chance to start over, another soul is crumbling under the pressure to save his parents and do the bidding of another, and one more is simply waiting, to know what to do, to see what happens, to prepare for the trials ahead.