This is a song challenge. The song titles are in bold. I do not own any of these songs, they belong to their respective artists. I also do not own Harry Potter or any of J. K. Rowlings characters.
Mr. Blue Sky
Ginny blinked in the blinding light. It had been days since she'd seen the sun. This break in the rain was what she had been waiting for. She grabbed her broom and dashed outside. Kicking off she laughed letting the wind whip through her hair. She'd tried flying in the rain, but the sun always felt better on her face. She glanced around wondering if Harry had had the same idea. She almost didn't notice the small dark spot coming her direction. With a laugh she dove until she was flying next to him.
"I am so glad the sun decided to come out today," Harry commented trying not to stare at Ginny's hair. It always seemed to glow in the sun.
"Me too, want to see if anyone wants to play quiddich?"
"Nah, I'd rather it just be me and you for now." Ginny smiled wishing this moment could last forever.
Wish I had an Angel
Ron glared at Bill as he and Fleur kissed. He wished the burning rage in his chest would subside. He knew it wouldn't. It was this way any time he saw any couple, happy or not. He knew Hermoine was out there, with Harry. Doing Merlin knew what with Harry. Ron threw a punch at the wall. His fist throbbed and Bill looked shocked for a moment.
"That was stupid, wasn't it?" Ron nodded sulking a little. Now his hand hurt and his heart ached.
The Chain
The wind howled outside as Narcissa sat in her window seat. She knew her father was looking at the contracts now. He had said as much at dinner. Narcissa had hoped he would wait awhile before arranging her marriage. She was only sixteen, barely above being a child. She knew she must make a match with a pure blooded wizard. She only hoped he would love her. She knew he wouldn't. She was beautiful, she knew that, but since when did an arranged marriage ever work out for the best? Her own mother and father were civil with one another, but even Andi knew of their father's dalliances at the parties they were all forced to attend. Her mind wondered over all the boys from school. Maybe she would be lucky and actually know the man before she married him?
Highest Hopes
Ginny circled the pitch, keeping her eyes on the other fliers. They might become her new teammates, if this went well. Playing for the Harpies was her greatest desire. Even as a child she had wanted a career on the quiddich pitch. She dove following the team. Part of her wanted to open up and show off exactly what she could do, but Ginny knew better, at least for now. They wanted to see how she moved as part of a team, how she took directions. There would be time for showing off later. A high pitched whistle signaled the end of the exercise. Ginny slowed landing with the team.
"Now, let's try a practice game, see how you fit in." Ginny nodded. This was her chance to shine, to show the Harpies she belonged on their team. She kicked the ground taking off and flying into her position.
My Sweet Lord
Bella paced her cell. She had heard rumors. There was going to something coming, something big. There were even rumors HE was back. Her heart pounded at the thought of her master returning. She knew he would return someday, knew he would come for her. There was no one as dedicated to the cause as her. No one as dedicated to HIM as her. She leaned against the wall, feeling the cool stone. Dedication was not a happy memory. It was a true calling, a sense of purpose in the world. No one could take this feeling from her heart. There was a loud crash somewhere in the building. Bella walked to the bars, peering out. She couldn't see anything. The air seemed to hum with static, with excitement. He was coming, she could feel it in her soul. She smiled at the thought, her soul. The one she had yet to lose. Laughing she heard another explosion. Cool air flooded the corridor. He was here. He was here for HER.
"My Lord," she whispered as the bars of her window crumbled.
