A/N I will be getting back to Pirate Women, but I have a rather sad case of writers block. This is ten drabbles done for a challenge. Just a bit of fun.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately I am not JK Rowling we know what that means. (if I was Hedwig and Dobby would have lived)
Okay brace yourselves……
THE SWEET ESCAPE
Gwen Stefani
"Ouch! Harry move!" Ginny hissed.
"I can't you are leaning on my leg" was his muffled reply.
"Oh sorry." Ginny whispered her voice trembling with suppressed laughter.
The couple were trapped in a rather small broom closet. They had been snogging until Harry's foot had gone to sleep, at which point he began to squirm. Somehow in the kerfuffle he and Ginny had become tangled.
"Imagine if Filch caught us like this-" Harry was cut off by……
PICTURES OF YOU
The Last Goodnight
Harry sat staring out of his barred window. He had his picture album clasped against his chest wishing with all his heart that his parents had not died; that he did not have to live with the Dursleys. He had not cried since he was very young but, as he sat there staring out at the street a tear leaked onto his cheek, and it glittered in the soft moonlight…..
DEAR MR. PRESIDENT
P!nk
"NO! Ron you just don't understand! If we leave them…they……they'll die." Hermione's tone became defeated as she ended.
"Listen, you know I feel the same as you but, Harry is duelling Voldemort and if…if we don't go help him then MORE people will die!" Ron sounded strained, it was his obvious internal conflict that swayed Hermione.
"O…Okay it's jjust it's ssso wrong" Hermoine hugged Ron as she started to cry for the students who would die because of their decision.
HANDS OPEN
Snow Patrol
"I agree with Harry" Ron paused before he said the name wincing at Hermione's glare.
"Oh, yes that's right do as usual agree with Harry. You know I'm right though! If we go to Godric's Hollow it will be a death trap!" Hermione's hands were raised and the locket gleamed against her chest.
"Hermione, be reasonable Ron agrees with you as much as me." Harry said looking concerned at Hermione, "Maybe I should look after that locket?"
"That is the problem with you boys, it's always some thing else" She screeched.
MY VIETNAM
Pink
Around the Hogwarts grounds was a scene never before witnessed at the school. Rubble lay scattered, bodies torn apart limbs lying apart from bodies, flesh eating slugs eating away at dead death eater's corpses.
Wails rang out across the grounds as friends and allies were found amongst the enemies and debris. Harry couldn't face anyone he sat staring at the blood on his hands. It was not his own blood…….
PIECES OF ME
Ashlee Simpson
(Okay I was having trouble with this so I made a spoof of the lyrics in regard to voldy's horcruxes being pieces of him that Harry is killing) Imagine Voldy singing this at Harry.
On a Monday I am hating
Tuesday, I am fading
And by Wednesday I can't sleep
Then the spell breaks, I see you
And your mind gives a clear view
Cause you've killed a part of me
Fall, cause of you I fall so fast
I can hardly catch my breath
It's the spell you cast
Chorus
Ohhhh
It seems like won't ever get to see
That soul as soething real
I hate the way that feels
Ohhhh
It's as if you know me better
Than I ever knew myself
I hate how you can tell
All the pieces, pieces, pieces of me
All the pieces, pieces, pieces of me
I am moody and messy
I get restless and it's senseless
How you never seem to care
When I'm angry you listen
To destroy me it's your mission
And you won't stop till you're there
Fall cause of you I fall so fast
When you break that final mask
Its all I have
Chorus
Ohhhh
It seems like won't ever get to see
That soul as something real
I hate the way that feels
Ohhhh
It's as if you know me better
Than I even know myself
I hate how you can tell
All the pieces, pieces, pieces of me
All the pieces, pieces, pieces of me
How do you know
Everything I'm about to say
I'm not that obvious
But if it's written on my brain
Occlumency can make it go away
Yeah
On a Monday I am hating
And by Tuesday I am cursing
I'll break your arms
So you can't fire spells
Chorus
Ohhhh
It seems like won't ever get to see
That soul as soething real
I hate the way that feels
Ohhhh
It's as if you know me better
Than I ever knew myself
I hate how you can tell
All the pieces, pieces, pieces of me
All the pieces, pieces, pieces of me
EVERYTHING I'M NOT
The Veronica's
Ahhhh quick pause(Harry is having thoughts, sort of talking to himself or a monologue, yeah look upon it as a monologue) unpause
"Sometimes I think I should give up, if Voldemort is in my head then I can't be the warrior everyone wants. I just don't think I can do it anymore, I really only keep going for everyone else but now I know I am just a danger. Not to mention Dumbledore has me marked for death" The unenchanted mirror gave no reply but a look at a boy with a fore head crinkled with concern.
SPEECHLESS
The Veronica's
"My Hero who conquered the Dark Lord!" As Harry pushed the letter reader away and stood up blushing I felt the trademark Weasley flush creep up my neck. Harry glanced directly at me……
"Miss Weasley! Detention! That is the third time I have called you with out response, WHY?" Snape's mood was volatile as usual.
For once I didn't care my love had kissed me the day before. With that in mind I had a sudden burst of boldness so I look at Snape, "So sorry Sir, but I was day dreaming about how good it felt to be snogging Harry Potter."
WHEN YOUR GONE
Avril Lavigne
No noNO… Not him not fred
Percy could hear George repeated chant that had been a continuos stream since he had seen Fred hit by a curse. He wanted to reach out and comfort his brother but, he was unsure if he would be welcome to after his behaviour in recent years. If only he could reach back in time to how their relationship had been when he was younger. Almost like triplets everyone had said.
Unable to stand the pain, Percy reached out and placed his hand on George's shoulder. After a moment he looked up his eyes dead, in a monotonous voice he said "Thankyou."
SWAY
Bic Runga
"Ginny don't ever leave." Harry whispered to his wife asleep in the bed next to him. He loved the way her hair fanned across the pillow above her head it looked so vibrant against the white satin pillows.
Harry had been woken again by the dreams of Voldemort killing everyone he had ever loved finishing as usual with Ginny. He had had many variations of the nightmares each with the same people he loved being killed by some long dead enemy. At least he thought ruefully they had become less frequent over the years.
A/N While I realise these are only drabbles I do like reviews. Go ahead make my day review!