What is Rosa doing

It was dangerously close to Christmas and Harry and Hazel were still not speaking. To make matters worse Professor McGonagall, Hazel's adopted mother, confiscated Harry's new Thunderbolt, flying broom.

Now this was not due to Hazel but due to the suspicions of Hermione. Still it solidified their rift even as Hazel argued with her mother in private about her Uncle Sirius' innocence.

And as Harry and Hazel had their issues Hermione and Ron had theirs. They all sat on the dreamscape, girls with girls and boys with boys. Nervous looks continually passed between Evervine and Marcel. Hazel rolled her eyes and shook her head.

"Evervine, Marcel, our squabbles have nothing to do with you two. If you want to work together please do. As soon as…" She was cut off as Fred and George noisily entered the scape. Hazel smiled and went directly to George who smiled back at her. Fred frowned.

"What's going on? Are we in mourning?"

Harry, Hermione, and Ron began speaking at once. Both Fred and George raised their eyebrows. George looked at Hazel and she began explaining telepathically. He nodded as he listened and Fred frowned as he waited for an explanation. When George explained everything to him he rolled his eyes.

"Okay. Okay. Calm down! Hazel explained everything. Can we just calm down and remember that we are friends. Heck some of us are even family."

There was silence for a moment and then they erupted into overlapping conversation again. The brothers looked at Hazel and she shrugged. She partitioned the dreamscape and placed different groups in different sections and proceeded to talk to George.

Hermione had been placed with her and the twins because she had not wanted her to be alone. Hermione stood listening as if she were deep in the middle of a learning session.

"So you believe this will help Neville's parents?"

"I do." George leaned close to her as they spoke. "It is a simple incantation activated by my third eye and it essentially resets the brain to a designated state or time of its existence."

"Right. That sounds simple." Hazel looked up and smiled at Fred.

"To me. I should say that it sounds simple to me."

Rosa sat in a darkened room, bags under her eyes, her skin an odd grey-green color, and her breath was labored and ragged. There was a foul odor in the room that she seemed to be oblivious to. Her breathing calmed and she stood. Her legs wobbled a bit and she had to grab a hold of the small end table next to her to maintain her balance.

She forced herself to move forward her wobbling legs hindering and slowing her down, but she finally made it to the large alter in the far back right corner. She placed her hand on the alter and a deep, almost black, red slowly spread across it. The alter lit up red then an ominous black.

It began to tremble and then it began to violently shake. A deep guttural voice constructed of hundreds of thousands of voices speaking in unison spoke.

"And you wake me, so unprepared? What does one as weak as you desire from me? And what could you possibly pay me for this desire?"

The voice rumbled across her body and rattled her bones. She almost fell to the floor but hands reached out and stabilized her. Emaciated strong hands attached to arms of grey ruined skin. The gripped her and made sure that she did not go anywhere that she did not want to go.

Her voice sounded as dry as coarse sand paper and it grated across the ear in a destructive way.

"I seek the help of the all sight. I seek to claim what is mine. I want the third eye to dwell within me and the all sight to be my advisor and my weapon."

The voice scoffed. "All of this has been given to another. Do you truly believe you have the capability to take it from them? This is not an easy thing."

"You will help me."

A laugh came forth that almost sent Rosa to the floor, her hand almost leaving the alter. If her hand left the alter her protection and stable connection would be severed and she could receive a backlash and any denizen could walk through to her dimension.

But the emaciated arms kept her in place.

The laugh was like fire flowing across and through her being. She shivered as she endured. The pain seemed to fluctuate with her every breath and with every beat of her heart as if there were multiple sources of this anguish igniting along her and through her body.

"There is no way that I can help you. I am a servant of the eye. A dark denizen of fate forced into subjugation for a small past infraction. I can not go against them."

"I have gifts for you. With these gifts you will be able to break your bonds and do as you will."

The voice scoffed. "That pile of rot that you have is insufficient. How could such creatures nourish me?'

Rosa felt him withdrawing and had to think quickly

"I will get you whatever it is that you want. I can find you better quality sacrifices."

"You are not capable." It was said with so much disgust her mind buzzed. There was a long pause.

"If you can make the fatetress bow to me you will have my help against the third eye. She has to give her will freely and with joy."

'Freely and with joy?' Rosa frowned. Was that even possible.

The entity laughed at her thought even as it broke the connection. It merely made her set her resolve. She would have the third eye residing with her. She looked to the corner at the pile of rotting and rotted followers she had drained of life. The entity was right they were far too weak.

She was sure that the entity would have gladly taken Michael with not one complaint, again she lamented that loss. She slowly sat her tired and aching body into her chair. She needed to think about how to achieve such an impossible goal.

In a far dark corner within the darkened room there was the tiniest flicker. Rosa never noticed it and continued her contemplation and recuperation. It flickered again and Michael's visage slowly disappeared into nothing.