Minerva had only ever truly loved one person in her entire life: Albus Dumbledore. Of course she had never loved him as anything other than a best friend, but she did love him. He had always been there for her, and he had shared his darkest secrets with her. When he died, she thought that she would die right there with him. It had been rough without him here and, often-times, Minerva would wonder where he was. Was he watching over her and Hogwarts? Was he in some distant place? She would sit in his old chair and look out over the grounds, staring down upon the lonely tomb. Sometimes she would sit there the whole day. When she did this she would often be scolded by the half-memory of Albus left in a stuffy portrait. She loved being scolded, because it was her only chance of hearing his voice again.
All These Things that I've Done by The Killers (Draco Malfoy)
Draco looked at the old man. His normally piercing blue eyes were dull and sullen. His long white hair was matted and looked to be stained with blood. Draco could not even breathe, even though he tried to force his lungs to inhale. The old man tried to reassure Draco, but the kind words were lost in the tensed air. Draco closed his eyes, trying to hold onto any source of comfort he knew. This wasn't who he was. He was not nearly as tough as he put on and- damn it all- the old man knew this. Draco could feel his wand lowering ever so slightly. And that was when his favorite professor did the job for him. Draco prayed to God as he watched the old man fall off the ledge. Draco's eyes were filled in tears, hoping that they would serve as some sort of atonement.
Kate by Ben Folds Five (Nymphadora Tonks)
Dora was quite a magical person to be around, and not just in the sense that she was a witch. She had a certain quality about her that made everyone gravitate towards her. It certainly wasn't grace or even good looks. She just had a unique air about her and the fact that she was fully aware of her uniqueness made her all that more appealling. She loved to sit out in the sunny weather and change her hair color. She loved telling jokes, but really didn't find them all that funny. If people didn't like her, they were at the very least captivated. The one thing everyone agreed on was that she was absolutely nuts. Yet, for all her craziness, she was a better person than most. Perhaps that is why most people fell in love with her, because she was a person unafraid to live.
Strawberry Fields Forever by The Beatles (George Weasley)
George looked into barren eyes; eyes that could not see. He felt the pricks of a thousand needles going throughout his body. It was a horrible dream, yet the reality of the moment was all too assured. He couldn't bring himself to even think about this, but it kept forcing itself into his mind. He felt himself going farther and farther away from the world. He was picturing his younger days when he was happy. It was a time when the war was only a distant concern; a time when he still had his brother.
Heart of Life by John Mayer (Susan Bones)
Susan had lost almot everyone she held dear. It was so strange to think of how alone she really was, but it was the truth. She would cry, of course, and try to imagine a different ending to this tragedy. Yet, through all of this guilt, she still felt as though there were some sort of optimism to hold onto. She was still alive and there was a new world out there. A world that she didn't have to be scared of. Those thoughts would often dry her tears quickly enough and she was able to get on with her life.
Ain't No Rest for the Wicked by Cage the Elephant (Voldermort)
Tom was quite comfortable with the thought of having no soul. It had no practical purpose, so there was no need for it. He delighted in the thought that he was inhuman. Humanity was the thing that disgusted Tom the most and anything that would allow him to distance himself form that was more than welcome. He watched as dissenters paid dearly for their opinions and it often made him smile. Not a genuine smile, of course, but a sort of unhealthy grin that would spread from cheek to cheek. Another way that he expressed his inhumanity was with his lack of love. He could covet things and use them to his personal advantage, but he never saw the purpose of love. He didn't care because it was trivial and merely a personal emotion. And Tom continued on this way, only lusting (mostly for power), ensuring his permanent damnation.