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

[flyingharmony.livejournal.com]

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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[ansera.livejournal.com]

all your life
you were only waiting for this moment to arise

blackbird, the beatles

[lotrangel17.livejournal.com]

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