Spectrum

A/N: Many thanks to my betas, Chloe & Sevfan... I would be utterly lost without you!


Red
Red was the colour of roses and of blood seeping from fresh wounds. Of best friend’s hair, of love raw and passionate, and of tempers flaring.
Red was harsh words screamed in the corridors, in classrooms, behind closed doors, in front of audiences, and nearly always preceding their many kisses.

Green
Green was fresh grass on spring days, the smell of wheat drifting across the lawns, and the stems of newly bloomed flowers.
Green was the color of envy as simple girls clung to arms not belonging to them and unwelcome kisses stolen time and again by her doing. It was the color of dragon hides and eyes that had the ability to strip down barriers and read the soul.

Blue
Blue appeared in too many shades to count, walking across the skies in both day and night. Blue was the color of winter, everything frozen and cold until warmth arrived in the form of a body having snuck away – stealing time as he stole everything else.
Blue was every moment spent apart, separated by barriers built by their forefathers and reinforced by their own lineage.

Yellow
Yellow was the colour of the sun, of Quidditch practice and trophies to remember the glory days by. It was parchment, becoming faded and creased, as messages were read a thousand times over until each word was committed to memory.
Yellow was the song of the canary while sitting beneath their favourite tree on which grew yellow flowers, raining yellow petals over condemned lovers.

Orange
Orange was the colour of flames, fire eating and destroying the structure of logs as the heat jumped and danced into the open night. Orange was the look and taste of his favourite fruit; it was the sticky trail that inevitably worked its way over lips and jaw to rush towards robes.
Orange was the remains of the sun at the end of every day, blazing across the horizon as hands were held, arms wrapped tight, and kisses were drank in with a flavor of passion never before tasted.

Purple
Purple appeared over pale flesh, a reminder of passion, a testament to memories born of reality and not dreams or long-suffered wishes. Purple was the edges of the moon from the top of the highest tower – another example of the rules being bent and broken from every angle.
Purple was desperation. It was the rush and scramble to hold together was what being taken - without ever being discovered by prying and too-intelligent eyes.

Pink
Pink flooded cheeks in passion; the shade was ever changing, but always there. Staining skin beneath calloused fingertips, growing in intensity under the attention of kisses, caresses, and words carried on a breath.
Pink was lips, bruised from the abuse of being overly used, and deriving pleasure for that very reason.

Brown
Brown was the colour of dirt carried on the edges of robes, caked underneath fingernails, smudged across the backs of hands. Brown was the colour of rot, the death of plant life and trees at the turning of the season.
Brown was a sure sign the end was drawing ever nearer, the chance at time – even stolen – was coming to a close and meant desperation was mounting.

White
White was absence; the complete and utter lack of everything vital other than air, which was drawn in and released unwillingly, stubbornly.
White was the jet of light streaking through the air, carrying the tortured screams and cries of hundreds amidst the battle, and was the tunnel waiting in the aftermath.

Black
Black was death. It was dank and putrid, the scent of burning flesh and rotten corpses, with broken limbs reaching and clawing towards him, still begging of his help even in his passing from one world to another.
Black was the pupil – the piercing shade that broke through the flames of the underworld, of air being forced past stiff lips and a chest rising and falling once more.

Gray
Gray is the colour of resurrection, of reassurance, and rebirth. It is walking from the pits of hell into the arms of an angel, however mangled and ragged and broken he may be.
Gray are the eyes of Draco Malfoy and the guiding presence that leads Harry Potter back from the brink of death at the devil’s hands to the land of the living. Gray is the shifting of shadows where the darkened images can no longer be separated from their caster and the world is rent upside down. Gray is the shades in which we live and gray is the colour of a one-time enemy turned to one true love.