Life in short.
Five drabbles in response to a challenge by Kore of Myth. As the challenge was to write them whilst listening to the song obviously they are short, and I apologise for mistakes and bad writing as they are the first things out of my head and onto the screen. The only thing I have done is run a spell check through them.
Inspiration. – Chicago – You're the inspiration – Harry and Ginny
Harry looked over to Ginny, and he realised why, why he had done all the things that he had just done. For a future, so they all would have a future. He realised that had he died today it would have been with Ginny in his heart and mind. She was the inspiration behind him, the way she looked at him, they way she smiled at him. The fact that despite being told by every member of her family and himself to stay put, she hadn't. She'd followed and fought, for freedom, for them. For their unborn children. Harry shook his head, what the hell was he thinking? He was seventeen and Ginny even younger, they had plenty of time for family in the future.
The next few years were for them, getting to know each other and he knew that Ginny would always be his inspiration.
Motherhood – David Bowie – 'Oh', you pretty things - Molly Weasley
Molly Weasley stood amongst the chaos in her kitchen and sighed. She had roughly an hour before her brood surfaced and demanded food. And demand they would! Six boys took a lot of feeding, and Ginny was no lightweight when it came to eating either. Molly tried to feel grateful that all her children were under the same roof, but the reason gave her heart cause to twinge, her baby, even Bill was still her baby, was getting married.
She set about clearing the chaos that had been left from after she had gone to bed and preparing breakfast. It reminded her of when they were all at home still, children and young adults, trying hard not to be, but dependant on their mum still. It was hard work being a mother of so many children.
But as they came into the kitchen, sat one by one, or two in the case of the twins, she smiled in her heart. They all looked at her as she choked a sob down, her beautiful children were the future, they didn't belong to her anymore, they were the next generation, and she was so proud of them it made her heart burst. Yes, being the mother of seven children was hard and terrifying at times, yet she wouldn't have it any other way.
Marriage – Soft Cell – Tainted Love - Bellatrix and Rudolpho Lestrange
Rudolpho Lestrange looked at his wife with a mixture of disgust and lust. He knew as she wound herself around their master that he would reap the benefits of her undying passion of the Dark Lord later, that she would hurt him anew by making love to him with her body and to Tom Riddle with her mind.
That he loved her he knew, there was never any doubt in his mind. He had been crazy for her the first time he saw her, but Bellatrix had only agreed to marry him to try and enrage Lord Voldemort into action. It had not worked and she had gone through with her false promise. Rudolpho was disgusted with her, but more so with himself. He knew that he would never posses his beautiful Bella as he wanted to, needed to. But he was powerless against her, as she was against Voldemort. He had given her everything and it was never enough, because he was not Tom Riddle, and never would be.
Last Man Standing – Gold – Spandau Ballet The Marauders (James (I) Potter, Peter Pettgrew, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black)
Remus just sat with his head in his hands, remembering.
"Another scrape we escaped!" Sirius crowed "We are indestructible!" A stupid boyhood declaration, yet so true at the time.
"Indestructible!" agreed Remus.
"The Marauders will live forever!" affirmed James "We believe in each other, and therein lies our power!"
"Marauders forever!" the four of them sang out together, high on another dangerous, yet successful prank.
Padfoot, Moony, Wormtail and Prongs. The Marauders, what a life.
And now he was the only one left. James long dead, Peter turned and Sirius gone forever, through the veil. Turns out they weren't indestructible after all.
Heart of Fire – Ash Burn Baby Burn – Charlie Weasley
Charlie buzzed, his body literally buzzed with excitement and fear. This was madness, stepping into a dragon's pen with only fire retardant clothing and a wand for protection. He caught sight of his reflection in the observation window, he hadn't slept for long enough and his eyes reflected that, that and the pain of loneliness and desperation. But the dragon breathed a fire jet at him and he forgot all that as he leapt out of the way, the sweet sensation of sheer euphoria ripped through him, this was what he lived for. A part of him remained in the coffin with his little brother yet being so close to death himself made him feel more alive than he had ever thought possible. He had long since accepted his penchant for danger, a Weasley trait apparently. He had considered letting the dragon take away all the pain, yet he wouldn't give up this feeling of elation at being a hairs breadth from a dragon that could take his life so easily. It would make him live, they were what made him whole.