Hi. So, I had this idea for a Harry Potter story, and every chapter would be written based on a song. I want to try and use every song that's on my kindle (my kindle because if it was my ipod, there'd be about eighteen thousand chapters). That's 145 songs. It'd be a lot, but I really want to do it.

Now, it's definitely going to be hard because I have everything from show tunes to country to…God-only-knows-what on my kindle. And some of them are in Italian… So some chapters will only be LOOSELY based on a song. Some might work perfectly. It all depends, because I'm not choosing which song at what time, I'm just putting it on shuffle and going with it.

This will be told in multiple POVs, but there will be really no order to it, because I will just be going on which song fits which character.

Like I said earlier, some chapters will only be loosely based on a song, and that goes for this one. It's based on Egg, Nest, and Tree from Seussical, and I can't feasibly have elephants, sour kangaroos, and cats-in-the-hats running around Hogwarts. This chapter will be more metaphorical.

Oh, and nobody's a couple at this point, so it's kind of AU.

Disclaimer: I own nothin'.

Harry sat alone at one of the table that used to hold the students that feasted on the delicious Hogwarts. It used to be full of life, students grabbing this way and that and the delicacies, but now it lay desolate, with only the survivors to sit at it, quietly mourning the death of their fellow fighters. Harry couldn't help but feel he should be held responsible.

He been told so many times that it wasn't his fault, but that didn't matter. No matter how many times it was said, Harry couldn't escape the guilt. Voldemort was right. For once, he was. He had let his friends die when he could have easily protected them. All he would've had to have done was show up, and none of his friends would have died.

Hermione had yelled at him for thinking that way. She had gone on about how he didn't have a choice. To show up would have just been to give up. Everyone who fought had known the risks. They hadn't gone in thinking that they'd all go back to their friends and families in the end and been able to act like nothing ever happened. They knew they might die. They didn't care.

But when Harry saw the bodies that littered the castle, his stomach churned. He felt like he might be sick right there. It was as if he was sitting on a rocking boat, being tossed about, the ocean constantly moving beneath him. He tried to pretend he was fine when with his friends, but Hermione and Ron could see right through him. So Harry hadn't seen them much lately. There was honestly only one person that Harry really wanted to see right now. But she didn't want to see him.

Ginny had not spoken to him since the end of the battle. He probably deserved it. She had no reason, honestly, to ever wish to see him again. In fact, if that's what she chose, he would deal with it. But he was really hoping against it. He still did, and always would, for that matter, love her, even if she did not feel the same way for him.

Harry sighed, and saw Hermione approaching him out of the corner of his eye. He sighed again. He wasn't really in the mood for her. He cared deeply for Hermione, and she was a fantastic friend, but she could also be a gigantic pain in the arse sometimes. He knew she was coming to lecture him about something, probably one of her two favorite subjects lately: his depressive state, and Ginny. He really didn't want to go into either of them right then. He stood up casually, hoping he could pass for just not seeing her, but Hermione wasn't fooled.

"Harry Potter," she said, annoyed, "do not ignore me! I know that you can see me."

Harry sighed for the third time, and turned back to face her. "Yes, Hermione?"

"Are you all right Harry?" she said, all pretense of annoyance gone.

"Yes, Hermione, I'm fine." It was Harry's turn to be annoyed.

"No you are not!"

"Then why bother asking?"

"Because I thought maybe you'd be able to admit it by now!"

"Sorry to disappoint you."

"Harry, don't be like that! You need to talk about these things. Ron and I are worried about you!"

"Really? And are you trying to get the answers to my problems by shoving your tongues down each others' throats?"

"Harry!"

Harry looked down. That was out of line, and he knew it.

"Sorry," he said sheepishly.

"You know things aren't that simple between the two of us," Hermione said. "But it doesn't matter. This isn't about Ron and I. It's about you and you-know-who. Well, not the Voldemort you-know-who, that'd be creepy, but the other you-know-who. Oh, you know what I mean."

Harry couldn't help but chuckle at that.

"Oh, I got a laugh?" Hermione said in mock shock. "Fantastic!"

They both laughed a little bit, then settled into silence.

"Harry, you have to talk to her," Hermione said urgently after a moment.

"I want to Hermione," Harry said. "Believe me, I do. But I think she needs her space. She really has shown any great excitement to see me, you know."

"Harry, she still cares about you a lot."

"Hermione, I really don't want to have that conversation."

"You need to, Harry. I can't stress how important it is."

"Well, what about Ron-"

"Screw Ron!"

Harry's eyes widened at Hermione's sudden outburst. In happier circumstances, he may've laughed. But not now. He just stared at her in shock.

"Sorry," Hermione said. "But-you-Ron will have to deal with it. If he's a good friend and a good brother, he's not going to stand in your way. If you two make each other happy then-"

"But that's just it, Hermione," Harry cut in. "I don't know if we still make each other happy. I know she makes me happier than anything else in the world can, but I don't know if I can say the same for her."

"That's why you have to talk to her. You'll never know if you don't ask."

Harry knew inside that she was right. But, still, he was starting to get that same nauseous feeling that he did when he saw all the dead bodies in the school. The being tossed around like a cork on water feeling. He didn't like it. At all. Yet, he swallowed down his fears and headed off.

Well, how was that. I hope it wasn't too terrible. If you didn't see the song Egg, Nest, and Tree in there, it was basically the part where Harry felt like he was being tossed about on a ship and might be sick.

Next chapter: Harry and Ginny actually talk.

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