Sometimes, the fates can be three very cruel, very manipulative, and ruthless beings. The thread of Rose's life has been created, woven into a magnificent piece of cloth with many colors, yet was currently being knotted and frayed repeatedly over and over and over as the thread got shorter and shorter.

The fates laugh and sneer, filled with power, this is what they do best, it's what they enjoy the most, and they just simply weren't done yet. This young girl could only prove to be amusing for a short period of time, and these three still had much work to do.

Atropos and her glistening shears relinquished the cloth from her sisters, ready to perform the task that was thrust upon her at her birth. To snip the tiny little thread that held life within, and decide how it would play out in Roses dwindling existence as a cold wind blew through the land.

But you can't blame the fates, this is their job, and if they don't do it, then who would? Life is filled with trials and tribulations, but it's also filled with happiness and joy, but it can't last forever, so you had better get it right the first time.

ROSES POV

I sat quietly in the grove, playing with a lady bug in the palm of my hand as a circle of beautiful white swans bathed in the sun around me. the warm air blew around in a gentle breeze, drying off my skin from the game of water tag I had played with the nymphs who were now off somewhere doing, well, I have no idea what they do with their days.

They never seemed to run out of energy and just played all day, doing whatever they wished, with all the freedom in the world.

I had always wished for that sort of freedom, to be whatever I wanted to be, to live how I wanted to. Back in the real world, there was so much hatred, and anger, and limitations. I always had to do what I was told, whether it was homework, rules, or simply peer pressure. But here, I could do anything.

Anything at all.

THE REAL WORLD

At Hogwarts, things took a turn for the worst. Dumbledore and harry did indeed find where the Horcrux was hidden, but at a price. The great headmaster was weakened and upon their return to the school, things become much, much darker.

The plot among the deatheaters, soon to be carried out by the young Malfoy was underway and with nothing, and nobody to stop them.

There was nothing anybody could do to stop what had to happen next, and a reluctant heart Snape carried out a job that was not meant for him, and took off into the night with Draco.

ROSES POV

That night, I ate pomegranate with Apollo and danced with nymphs as we celebrated my ascension into demi goddess status. Everyone was merry and as I danced Apollo played and everything was beautiful as the amulet adorned my neck and reflected the moons beauty.

Zeus stood by and watched, and when the moon hit its highest point in the sky, the music stopped and everyone cleared away from the center of the field. I twirled around with my arm out to grab and outstretched hand to find simply air, and stopped.

"What's going on?" I asked quietly as I whipped around to see the eyes of Apollo staring into mine, and down to my soul.

"Why did the music-"I didn't manage to finish my question.

I looked down to see a knife in my chest, a knife of gold encrusted in jewels, held in the hand of Apollo. I looked back up, as blood poured from the wound and stained my dress. As my knees buckled beneath and all went quiet as I gasp for air. The last thing I saw was the moon in the sky surrounded by a sea of stars, before things finally went dark.

Meanwhile in an empty infirmary within the real world of mortals and wizards and fantastical creatures, there was a bed of white surrounded in flowers and presents and candies galore, right beneath a grand window where a white crescent moon poured light in, and onto and empty bed that was currently, unoccupied.