Rainbow.
Red. Orange. Yellow. Green. Blue. Indigo. Violet.
Draco
Red. Red is blood. Blood that pours from the wounds of my victims as I watch them as they die on the dirty floor, unable to move in their defence, and yet unable to enjoy watching what I've done. Blood that runs in my veins too. His blood, my blood, the blood of a death eater. The blood of a cold blooded killing machine.
Lucius
Orange. Orange is fire. The fire that burns after an attack. Every Muggle building burnt down by the vengeful sparks of our wands like a great bonfire raging into the night is one step closer to the goal that we have set. We will burn and pillage until they are gone. Until they will no longer haunt the shadows of our lives, polluting our society with their lower ideals. They will burn and the fires shall light the sky into orange torrents of flame.
Narcissa
Yellow. Yellow is cowardice. The weakness that my sister has shown me time and again will kill me when I indulge in it. It is cowardly to shy from killing. It is cowardly to show mercy, to long for peace. It is cowardly to live as anything other than a proud killer, the pureblood that I should have been. I am a coward.
Regulus.
Green. Green is Avada Kedavra. The spell that I have used too many times. Every casting is etched in my memory as I look back over my life and all those that I have ended. The flashing light, the sound of rushing death on wings, and the great tearing feeling within oneself. I know the feeling too well. I know what it feels like, sounds like, smells like, tastes like, to cause the end of another's life.
Bellatrix
Blue. Blue is cold. The ice and the cold of the dementors and the rain falling in sheets from the skies turns my limbs blue. Shivering, dark, cold and screaming was how I spent the last few years. My skin is still lightly blue, the permenant cold of my prison etching itself into me deeply, colouring me always as a convict, a prisoner. And letting the cold edge itself deeply into my mind so that I am never warm.
Andromeda
Indigo. Indigo is bruises. The bruises that I know so well from my own body as well as the bodies of others, my sisters. I am no stranger to slaps and kicks. I felt the brunt of the force of my father's anger on many occasions. I know he thought of me as a failure. I know he hated me. I know he was almost happy when I was banished from the family.
Snape
Violet. Violet is potions. Killing can be done in so many exquisite ways. There are cold ways, hot ways, painful ways and quick, silent ways. I brew death in a cauldron every day and yet when I see it first hand it always sends chills down my spine.
Rainbow. Rainbows represent hope, sun through the rain. There will be a future without death, pain and fear. A future when we no longer have to hide who we truly are. A future that is not polluted by those who do not deserve life. That is what we are fighting for.
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A/N- I have no idea where this came from. I'll acknowledge it's a bit weird, but hey. What's your favourite colour then? Review, if you're not too busy.
