I went a little crazy on this challenge, I admit it. I turned my iPod on and went insane. I've written so many of these little things! The first chapter is a big five-song multi-post, and the rest will be published by themselves as I go along. Savvy?


The Song: I'd Do Anything, by Simple Plan

The Character: Severus Snape

The Inspiration: And I wrote this letter inside my head / Cuz so many things were left unsaid

The Rating: K The Disclaimer: I don't own the song, or the characters, setting, etc. The Challenge was issued by Kore-of-Myth on the Harry Potter Fanfiction Challenges forum, though I have a feeling she doesn't own the idea either ;).

(says everything)

Severus Snape is sitting in the shadows, beetle black eyes trained on Lily Evans, who's laughing with her friends. His quill-point is poised over the parchment, which is gathering ink-splotches, and little else. There are several phrases crossed out, each a variation on 'I love you'.

He throws the ink-dry quill down, and slumps against the hard, stone wall, hands obscuring the failed words on the page. His eyes close, and there she is, branded on the inside of his eyelids. Laughing, dancing, thinking, thinking of everything but him.

Seventh Year. Seventh Year, and she hadn't so much as spoken to him for two. The sweet bells of her voice no longer tolled in his ears. So he's writing her a letter, to tell her that he loves her.

A sigh, and he picks up the quill. Severus quenches its thirst for ink, and looks up for inspiration. Lily's standing over by the lake, with a peal of laughter that could be heard all the way up to the abandoned stone storage sheds, she flings her arms around a black-haired man, and kisses him full on the lips.

His face contorted in hate and despair, Severus Snape burns the letter that says everything he never could.


The Song: Move Along, by The All-American Rejects

The Characters: Neville Longbottom and Hannah Abbot

The Inspiration: These hands are shakin' cold / These hands are mine to hold

The Rating: K.

The Disclaimer: Nothing is mine here, except the words.

(shedding a few tears)

Neville Longbottom has his arms around the shaking body of Hannah Abbot. Her face is buried in his robes, and she can't stop letting loose her pain, and suffering.

He's the only one who gets to see this side of the strong Hufflepuff. The only one who gets to wipe away the tears, and kiss the hurts better.

The cold night air dances around their bodies, and Neville can't believe that it's past midnight. He knows the hiding that the Carrows will have in store for him when he finally gets back to the castle, but blood and bruises can't compare to Hannah. Strong, brave, loyal Hannah, who's crying into his robes for her mother. Neville rubs her back, murmuring gentle condolences.

She only sobs harder.

He bows his head, and rests his forehead on her shoulders. He's bone-tired, exhausted with pent-up emotion. But he can hold her. He can soak up the tears.

When he felt his coin burn earlier tonight, Neville knew that the name emblazoned on the shining metal would be Hannah's. He knew that he would hold her until she stopped crying. He just never counted on shedding a few tears himself.


The Song: A Groovy Kind of Love, by the Mindbenders

The Characters: Albus Dumbledore, and Gellert Grindewald

The Inspiration: Wouldn't you agree / Baby you and me / Got a groovy kind of love

The Rating: K+.

The Disclaimer: Don't own the song, or the characters. And there is a suggestion of homosexuality in this, so if you have an aversion to such things, skip to the next one.

...

(smile)

Albus Dumbledore and Gellert Grindewald sat in Albus's room, lounging on the chairs, flicking through books. Every so often, one would lift their head, and catch the other's eye, and they'd share a private smile.

The smile would hold all the hope in the world, and the eyes would be seeing only the other's face.

"You know, Gellert," Albus sighed, shifting in his armchair until his legs dangled over the arms, "I think I may be on to something here." And he put a foot on Gellert's armchair, so that he could touch the other man's arm.

They shared another smile, knowing that Albus wasn't talking about the books.


The Song: La Vie Boheme, by the Original Broadway Rent Cast

The Character: Minerva McGonagall

The Inspiration: Dearly Beloved / We gather here to say our goodbyes

The Rating: K.

The Disclaimer: I am J.K.Rowling. I own this all! (Piffle, I wish!)

...

(answers)

"He's dead! He's gone!" the cries are jubilant in the night air.

"Bless that little Harry Potter," another voice adds.

"Amen!" comes the chorus, followed by a clink of glasses.

But Minerva McGonagall is skeptical as she winds through the crowd in cat form. She isn't certain of the revelry.

"To Lily and James Potter."

"Amen."

Lily and James. Minerva couldn't believe the rumors. Wouldn't believe the rumors until she heart it from Albus's mouth. Sweet Lily Potter, who always collected the papers in Transfiguration. And James! The rascal! Minerva couldn't count the number of times that she'd had to prescribe a detention to the boy.

They couldn't be gone. But… why had Albus asked her to meet him this November first at this… Muggle place? Privet Drive? Why on earth?

Minerva has to know. She's determined to. And, heaven knows that she didn't need the day to get there, but she'd take one. She's going to wait however long she has to to get answers.

" 'Arry Potah! Aww, bless 'im!"

Yes… Yes… What about Harry?


The Song: The End, by Simple Plan

The Characters: Ginny Weasley, and Micheal Corner

The Inspiration: I guess this is the part where you look at me and say goodbye

The Rating: K+

The Disclaimer: Not mine, not mine, not mine! Little bits of swearing. And I apologize profusely to WhiskeyTangoFoxtrot, because her Micheal Corner is so much better than mine.

...

(lick your wounds)

"Why are you celebrating?" Micheal Corner asked roughly, as he shook her hand in congratulations.

"We won, you idiot!" Ginny Weasley snapped back, pulling her hand back.

"Well, I'll be buggered if I know how, what with the team you've got here," he growled, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"Take that back, asshole," Ginny said, her voice deadly.

"Hell no! I'm not taking back the truth to some pretty little girl who thinks she can fly!" Micheal spat, oblivious to the circle of watchers that had gathered.

"Well then, Mister Corner, I don't see any reason to date you any longer. Go lick your wounds, dog." The pretty redhead turned, and stalked away, to join the revelry, leaving a broken heart, and a shattered ego.