Written for Kore-of-Myth's Shuffle Challenge at the HPFC, where you put on a music player (I used iTunes) and write one drabble per song for as long as the song plays, five songs. Really fun (though it's hard for the writing quality to be as good, since the writing's kind of rushed), I have to say. I may do it again...

I. Wine Red, The Hush Sound

Luna's in Malfoy Manor, staring at her prison.

She's smiling, but inside she wonders what happened to the wizarding world. Before it was a beautiful garden she planted flowers in, an ocean she loved to swim in.

But it's soured. Something's poisoned the fish in the wizarding ocean, turned it blood red, killed the flowers.

Is the wizarding world dying? It's all bloody, smeared crimson, flowers trampled by Death Eaters.

II. Good Day Sunshine, The Beatles

—And she's free.

It's war, but Luna's free and safe at the house of Bill and Fleur Weasley. It may be war, but the sun's shining, and though she still feels in danger, she's safe.

She looks out the window and almost feels the breeze out, the gentle sunshine.

"Hello, sunshine," she whispers.

The garden is still alive with sunshine. "We'll survive," she says to the sunshine. "Don't worry."

III. A Hard Day's Night, The Beatles

"Daddy!" Lily squeals, running into Harry's arms.

"Hi, Lils," Harry breathes, panting. He wonders why Ginny hasn't put her in bed, but he's secretly glad she's still awake to greet him after a hard day of work.

"Lily!" Ginny rushes into the hall. "I thought I tucked you in to bed! Why are you still up?"

"But—but Daddy's home," Lily says solemnly, as if that's explanation enough.

Harry chuckles; for him it is. "It's okay, Gin," he says. "It's been a long day..."

IV. I'll Be Back, The Beatles

"You better not abandon me again," Ginny says, her smile a mix of wryness and bitterness, standing at the threshold of the Gryffindor dormitory Harry hopped into last night.

"Wha...?" Harry rubs his eyes and yawns. He reaches for his wand, but then he remembers it's over. The war's over, and everything's safe.

"The end of fifth year," she says. "And right before you left with Ron and Hermione during the war. I've thought about just leaving you too, that's it not worth it..."

Harry's eyes widen. "No—I promise you, Ginny. I'll be with you forever."

Ginny snorts, then half-smiles. "Forever?"

Harry nods. "Forever."

V. Cold Turkey, John Lennon

"There's no future," Ron says suddenly, after one more fruitless night of horcrux-searching.

"Wha—what?" Harry's brow furrows.

"I feel like we'll never win," Ron growls. "My body's aching, I can never get to sleep, and all I can think is that we're losing. We're losing, Harry."

"We're not going to lose the war," Harry says, green eyes hardening. "We're going to win. There will be a future—a Voldemort-free future."

"I hope to Merlin you're right, Harry," Ron mutters. "I feel like I'm living in hell. I want a happy future so fucking badly—"

"It'll end," Harry says, trying to sound as certain as possible. "It doesn't matter how terrible you feel, not at all. Just—just keep hoping, Ron. We'll fight and we'll win."