Alright, here's a collection of all the songs on my iPod (yes, I know I have bad taste in music. Screw you), and I made a short one-shot for each of them using either the title or the lyrics. Note: TITLE or LYRICS. I tried this once before, and it got hardly any views. So . . . yeah.
Oh, and for those of you that are my "fans" for some reason (did you suffer brain damage? I suck at writing), I would really appreciate it if you could take a look at a fic I posted last week, Before Your Eyes. I have a bunch of friends at school that I had read it, and they loved it -- and they didn't even like HP (CURSE THEM!)! I've only gotten one review for it so far, from FriendOfMolly (thank you!) and it's driving me insane. Thanks!
Disclaimer: I own none of these wonderful songs or these wonderful characters, they belong to their wonderful writers and wonderful artists. I TAKE NO CREDIT!
Without futher ado . . .
*~ The Unofficial and Unheard Soundtrack ~*
*~ Someday ~ Nickelback ~*
Where did he go wrong?
It could have been this or that, here or there. But did it really matter?
Yes.
Yes, it did, because he would eventually have to make right his mistakes at some point, and to do that, he had to know what they were.
Did it start with the first lie?
"Does it make a difference, being Muggle-born?"
"No. It doesn't make any difference."
No.
No, it didn't. He was protecting her, that was all. She was already worried enough, no need to make it worse. No need to tell her that she would be underestimated and taunted because of her blood. But he still regretted it.
Did it start with the search, rummaging through the mail?
"That boy found it! You and that boy have been sneaking into my room!"
No.
No, it didn't. It wasn't yet destroying him like it would. It wasn't his fault her sister was jealous, after all. But he still regretted it.
Did it start on the train, when he could have turned sneering into friendly bickering?
"Slytherin?"
. . . Maybe.
Maybe, but probably not. There was no guarantee that it would work out. There was no guarantee they would want it to work out. But he still regretted it.
Did it start at the Sorting, with the old patched and frayed hat atop his head?
"You could be great in Gryffindor, you know. Fame, loyal friends."
N-no. Send me to -- to Slytherin.
"Fine. If you say so . . . SLYTHERIN!"
. . . Maybe.
Maybe. Most likely. They wouldn't hex him if they were house-mates -- heck, make that dorm-mates. He would be hanging around the right people, he would be closer to her. But again, there was that underlying possibility that it was just a dream that could never come true. But he still regretted it.
Did it start with the companions he chose?
". . . Avery and Mulciber! Mulciber!"
No.
No, not entirely. It could have been worse, anyway. At least they were somewhat loyal to each other. They backed him up when the others tried to curse him, if only a little. But he still regretted it.
Did it start when he insulted her?
"I don't need help from filthy little Mudbloods like her!"
Yes.
Yes, it did. It lost him the only friend he ever had, all through just one word. It was one of the worst things he ever did, and he acknowledged it. And he regretted it.
Did it worsen when he relayed the prophecy to Voldemort?
"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches . . . Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies . . ."
Yes.
Yes, it was the worse decision he ever made. It ruined his life completely, destroyed the only comfort he had that was her existence, the knowledge that she, at least, was happy. And he regretted it.
But as Severus Tobias Snape felt snake venom slowing his heart rate, he saw her eyes staring at his own out of that face with pity, the way she used to. In fact, it was the last thing he ever saw in his life -- in his death, though, it was the first thing he saw.
He could fix things now.
Yay! Finally! I've been trying to get this up for a while, but I've been busy . . . or lazy. Take your pick. R&R please, but you don't have to . . . it'd be nice, though.
- XAPY-TZINY-IIOEINTON-NOAT =D