To anyone who has read this story before, yes: I've changed its settings. No more colours but emotions. This first flash-fic, anyway, it's the same as it was, I've just changed the title from "Green" to "Hope".
I've made this changing because the colours did not inspire me very much, and I've found other stories based on the same things so it would not be very original. I think emotions are not very original too, but they are more inspiring to me :D
I don't own Harry Potter and I'm not a native English speaker.
Enjoy!
Hope
Albus Dumbledore looked at the man collapsed on the chair in front of him. He watched him in silence, caressing the figure with his blue eyes, but not in an arrogant attempt of reading the words written inside the man: it was a gentle passage of fresh, quiet water – a light touch, as if unwilling to disturb. Waiting.
He saw, he heard the man sighing heavily, his black eyes moved up to him, full of deep despair.
The man did not speak. He only looked at him, for a long moment – maybe he was not even the object of his gaze. A pair of eyes lost in a cold, inescapable surrender. The abandonment to a cold, useless life and, above all, without any glimmer of happiness.
Dumbledore saw the emptiness in those eyes, by that time lacking of something to look at. Someone to turn to...
He did not want to talk. He wanted the boy to give voice to the truth he already could see clearly. And the young man, in fact, after another long sigh – still looking at the vacuum over the headmaster's shoulder – said: "What shall I do now?"
Albus could not help but smile, impressed and touched by the tone of an abandoned child that the boy had used.
"Ah, Severus, that depends on you." And saying so, he joined the tips of the long fingers.
The young man shook his head, almost feeling teased by those words.
"There is nothing for me." He whispered.
Dumbledore peered at him over his half-moon spectacles at the same moment when Severus looked down at the stone floor.
"Have you ever heard of hope?" The headmaster asked with a smile.
"Hope." A bitter smile appeared on the boy's lips. "Hope is for fools. For those who are under the illusion that the future can be better."
Dumbledore looked at him gently. "There's always hope, Severus. Always. For fools as for wise. Moreover, it usually manifests itself to the latter. Wise is the fool who hopes."
Severus looked at him sceptically. In his heart, he hoped that the headmaster was right, that there was still hope for him. His mind, however, contradicted his heart's words. What future could there be for a Death Eater? Yet he felt his heart beat strenuously searching for the truth in Dumbledore's words.
As if he had caught the doubts of young man, Albus leaned forward, his blue eyes sparkling. "You see, Severus," he said softly, "your heart can still hope. Quieten it down would be a shame." He smiled. "Let your wisdom guide you to foolishness, my boy, so you can keep me company."