Chronicles of Life and Death

"Hermione! Why do I have to help you with these books?" Harry whined.

"Because I can't carry all of them myself, and I couldn't find Ron. So you'll have to help me." Hermine replied.

"Why do you read all the ti-" Harry stopped when he dropped a book. He set the large stack of books he was already carrying down on the floor and looked at the huge book he just dropped. "What's this supposed to be?" He asked. There were large letters on the blood red leather book mcover that said 'The Chronicles of Life and Death.' "Did you find this in our library?"

"Yes. I've read it already, but need some information from it for a report I'm doing." Hermione replied. "You see..." Then Hermione started to sing.

You come in cold,
You're covered in blood.
They're all so happy you've arrived.
The doctor cuts your chord.
He hands you to your mom.
She sets you free into this life.
And where do you go with no destination, no maps to guide you.
Wouldn't you know that it doesn't matter, we all end up the same.

Then Hermione held up the book and opened it up to the first page a read the introduction.

These are the chronicles of life and death and everything between.
These are the stories of our lives, as fictional as they may seem.
You come in this world, and you go out just the same.
Today could be the best day of your life.

Then she closed the book and looked at Harry.

And money talks in this world,
Thats what idiots will say
But you'll find out that this world,
Is just an idiots parade
Before you go, you've got some questions.
And you want answers
But now you're old, cold, covered in blood,
right back to where you started from

Hermione held up the book as if she were showing it to the world just then.

These are the chronicles of life and death and everything between.
These are the stories of our lives, as fictional as they may seem.
You come in this world, and you go out just the same.
Today could be the worst day of your life.

Then she opened the book agian and started to read it out loud.

But these are the chronicles of life and death and everything between.
These are the stories of our lives, as fictional as they may seem.
You come in this world, and you go out just the same.
Today could be the best day of,
Today could be the worst day of,
Today could be the last day of your life.

As soon as she was finished reading, Hermione slammed the book shut.

"Bloody hell! What was that about?" Ron asked as he up to Harry. Then he saw the book Hermione was holding.

Hermione only shook her head. "Never mind. Help me with my books Ron." Hermione told him.

"Why do I have to?" Ron asked as he started to take some booked from Harry.

"Do I have to go through this again?" Hermione asked.

"What's talking about Harry?" Ron asked.

"Nothing Ron, absolutely nothing." Harry replied as the three walked down the hall headed for their dorms.

AN- Yeah, it was pretty dumb, but please be nice. This is not my first fic, and it is not my first one-shot, but it's my first Harry Potter fic. I've read all the books and seen all of the movies, so yeah. But this idea just came to me while I was listening to the song and I thought about Harry Potter, and yeah. So plz be nice. Plz R&R. Thanx! TTFN!