Music Club: Play Me A Prompt (Term XXIII Activity #02)

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Activity: Play Me A Prompt
Points: 5 points per fic/art; maximum of 30 points.
Deadline: Thursday, May 31st @ 21:59 UTC (timezone converter).
Details: Comment with at most five song prompts (i.e. a title, line/s, or an entire song). Then, browse through the other comments and use these prompts to write fic or create art - Harry Potter related. (Fic should be at least 250 words long, art can be anything, just no doodles. Show that you put some effort in your work!) You will receive five points per fic/art you submit with a maximum of 30 points. starianprincess, recognise this activity? 5 bonus points to you, if you participate!

Note: I turned notifications off for this, so if there are any questions, comments, music notes etc don't hesitate to PM me! (Also, I won't be here until Sunday or Monday, so if it takes me some time to answer, that's why. I'll get back to it, though, I promise!)

Note #2: Since there will be no roster grace periods at the end of activities, double check if you're on it. :)

Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent. Victor Hugo recommends you to join the Club.

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Meredith // Hufflepuff

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George Weasley; Different World

Sipping at his beer, George peers around the bar and looks for the most drunken target he can that looks likely to be provoked into a fight. He finds a muggle at the slots machine, a giant brute of a man, cheeks red from alcohol and eyes glazed with intoxication. Perfect. Finishing off his pint, George sets his class aside and gets to his feet, a little unsteady, and crosses the floor to the older man, slamming his hand on the buttons with no idea what it will do other than hopefully annoy his target. It works.

“Th’ hell you do that for? Feckin’ ruined my shot!”

“It doesn’t look like you were getting on too well, to be honest. In fact, it looks like you were doing utter shite from where I was sitting, not that I am surprised,” George states, all matter of fact, as if he just knows things better than the other man. As if he is just better, and he gets just the reaction he is looking for, a right hook heading straight for his face.

Ducking, George grins, twists his body and retaliates with a punch to the midsection. Noise erupts all around him and others join in, some trying to pull the two man apart and others just grabbing the opportunity to throw some punches of their own. The young barmaid that had served George earlier screams for someone, anyone, to break them up and threatens to call the police but George doesn’t care. He doesn’t care about anything anymore, not without Fred.

Fights like this, the ache in his side, the sting on his face, remind him that he is the twin still breathing. It doesn’t feel that way at any other time because being a single, just George, doesn’t feel right. He is meant to be part of a team, a unit and doesn’t know how to function any other way. So he runs away to another world and picks fight he can’t win but doesn’t lose and just for a few hours he has something to focus on that isn’t the empty space beside him.


Sam//Puff//355

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Trio -Era Slytherins, Susan Bones. United They Fall

It takes her a while but slowly Susan begins to think that perhaps as a Hufflepuff she is one of the lucky ones and it might just the be Slytherins that are backed into a corner. It seems like madness when the thought first crosses her mind, like she has finally snapped and the corners of her mind and crashing down and dragging her into insanity. They are protected from the punishments that others receive and yet, not all of them revel in cursing their classmates, not all of them still walk around with their backs straight and their shoulders held high. Many cling to the shadows, try not to make eye contact, freeze when someone is put into detention as if they fear they might be the ones to carry out, and they only have each other to cling to for survival. Those who don’t share the mindset of Malfoy and his cronies, Susan slowly realises, are completely isolated from the rest of the school. The colours of Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff and Gryffindor run together now, one defiant mass of light that refuses to be put out, holding their ground against Snape and his henchmen, protecting each other no matter the house. Somehow it makes the green of Slytherin stand out more as well, because it doesn’t mix, doesn’t stand united with anything but remains divided from within. Crush or be crushed, is the choice her classmates are left with and there is nothing she can do about it. Reaching out will do nothing when the bridges are so badly burned. They are on their own.

Sam//Puff//266

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Percy and Oliver; Gray

Percy threw the fag on the ground, stepping on it and watching as the last of the redness disappeared into gray. It reminded him of his hair, now dark and matted –dirt and Merlin knew what had collected over the past week; he’d almost forgotten what water felt like on his skin. He watched, hazel eyes fixed on the building opposite, knowing that the charms he’d cast around himself, almost without thought, would keep him hidden.

A man came out, large and bounding. Oliver, he thought fondly, watching him walk towards what he knew was the direction of his flat. The man was practically skipping – even with Quidditch cancelled, Oliver gave everything to his new position as Auror, and that satisfied him for now, Percy would guess. Then, Oliver stopped suddenly, gaze jerking towards where he stood.

He moved further back, even though he knew Oliver couldn’t possibly see him. Oliver frowned, then shook his head, looking around him. “If you’re here,” Oliver said loudly, “then you should come out. I have dinner.” He paused, and Percy stood still, not even realizing that he was holding his breath. The second passed, and Oliver shook his head again. “Just stay safe,” he said, then added, “asshole.” The word was the kindest thing Percy’d heard in a while.

As Oliver walked away, the bounce in his step gone, the coin in Percy’s pocket burned for a moment. Percy didn’t sigh, he was past that stage, and wondered whether this was worth it.

Mia/Snake/250

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mia/snake

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SAM / HUFFLEPUFF

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SAM / HUFFLEPUFF

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His heart was beating so fast, so fast he thought it would pound out of his chest. Of all the times he walked through the Forbidden Forest Harry never remembered being so scared but still he put one foot in front of another. He remembered walking through the forest that first year, then with Ron and the spiders, he remembered standing with Ron and Hermione and Hagrid, also with Luna and the thestrals. All those times, all those years led to this moment in time.

He could hear them before he saw them. He heard the sound of the Bellatrix, high pitch and almost whining and he shuddered. He could hear them chattering like nothing was wrong, like all those people back at the castle didn't matter. Rounding the corner he saw him standing there, Voldemort, and he stopped. Unconsciously he gripped his wand tighter in his hand. Then they saw him and they stopped talking and turned to him. Voldemort grinned, if you could call it that and motioned to him.

"Harry Potter, the boy who lived, come to die."

This was the moment he had been waiting for all his life, ever since this monster killed his parents, his family. He was suddenly calm, this was what he needed to do. Thanks to Snape he knew what needed to be done and was ready. Ready to die, to die for his friends, his family, all those people still at the castle trying to survive.

He was ready for this moment.

Steph//Puff//252

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SAM / HUFFLEPUFF

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Steph//Puff

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SAM / HUFFLEPUFF

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SAM / HUFFLEPUFF

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SAM / HUFFLEPUFF

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The Girl I Loved, Severus, James/Lily
261 words


Severus slammed his hand into the wall of his dorm room, then angrily threw his wand , watching as it struck the chest of drawers before falling onto the floor with a loud clattering.

His cheeks still burned in shame and embarrassment. The sounds of their laughter, loud and mocking, still echoed in his head.

He hated them. He hated them more than he had ever thought it was possible to hate anyone. The rage he felt for them was burning a hole through his insides, and his fists clenched just hearing their names.

But more than he hated them, he hated her.

For leaving him. For picking sides. For choosing them over him. When he had been the one who stuck with her all those years. When he had been the one to teach her and protect her and defend her.

She was supposed to be his friend. She was supposed to be the one he could talk to, confide in. She wasn’t supposed to sit there and watch his public humiliation happen, with a look of pity and sympathy across her face.

And when it was over, she was supposed to care about him. But instead, she took the hand of his torturer and walked away. Like it didn’t matter. Like he didn’t matter.

Like he wasn’t the one who loved her. Who always had.

Severus slammed his hand into the wall again. He hated her. He hated them. But most of all, he hated loving a girl who would never again be the girl he used to know.


Kristine | Puff | 1

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One Perfect Day, James/Lily, 262 words

“I think this is the best day of my life.”

Lily looked up at her husband and smiled. “Mine, too,” she said, as she immediately dropped her eyes back down to the little bundle wrapped in blankets in her arms.

“I can’t believe he’s really here,” she breathed.

“He’s perfect,” James said softly. “Just like you.”

“He is perfect,” Lily said, her finger tracing gently over the baby’s delicate features. He was fast asleep, his little mouth puckered in a tiny o, his tiny hand clenched in a fist.

“I just wish …” she started.

“Don’t,” James said. “Not now. Not today. Let’s just enjoy this.”

“But James …”

“But nothing. Today is about us,” he said firmly. “This is our moment, our dream. We’ll face the future tomorrow. The war will still be there.”

“I’m just so scared,” Lily whispered. She traced her finger over her baby’s little button nose. “I don’t want him to grow up in a world like this.”

James reached out and took his wife’s hand.

“Me neither,” he said. “But we’ll deal with that tomorrow. Today is about us. You, me and Harry. It’s all that matters.”

Lily nodded. It was hard to forget that outside their little hospital room, the
world was under attack, that things were changing and not in a good way. But James was right. None of that mattered right now. What would come would come, but for a perfect day, they were a perfect family. They had the dream they had always imagined for themselves.

Life, for a moment, was perfect.


Kristine | Puff