A/n: This is a collection of drabbles that i have ahd lingering around my computer for a very long time. Afetr a long absence i thought that i would share them with you all. I hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter!
Neglect
The cold to any other child would have been unbearable, but he had grown used to it over the years. Shivering the small boy pulled his precious faded baby blanket tighter around him, in search of elusive heat and comfort. The blanket was the only tie he had left of his parents. According to his Aunt they had died in a car crash, but the strange light in her eyes as she had said this, made him think otherwise.
Colourless
Verertasium was known for being colourless, odorless and tasteless. Impossible to detect, that was why it was so dangerous. The potion, incredibly hard to brew was almost impossible to find, even in the least savory of places. It always helped, that within his inner circle there stood a potions master, the equal of which hadn't been seen since Salazar himself. Only they knew, that the innocent looking bowl full of sherbet lemons contained this most treacherous of potions. After all how else could he stay one step ahead of the game?
Black
Why could he not get rid of the name? They were known as Black and Potter. None of the teachers seemed to care that he wanted nothing to do with his 'family'. He was not a Black, hadn't his mother throwing him out proved that to them. Only his friends knew the truth. He was Sirius end of.
Friends
She'd never had friends before, no-one had ever stopped to get to know her for long enough. The passers by, the bullies, they only saw the protective shield that she had placed around herself. These people were special, they saw beyond what lay on the outside. Being with them, made her feel wanted again, a feeling she hadn't felt since the tragic death of her mother, all those years ago.
Choices
Bowing, he knew that only one path lay open for him now. The dark lord had his mother, if not for her he would have made a run for it. But here he was being trapped in a cage that grew smaller with each day. His task lay before him, to kill the only man who, had ever believed, that he was not his father.
Food
The welcome feast always tasted the best to Hermione. Perhaps it was the wait before, or all the new faces that joined the table after the sorting ceremony. Turning from her plate of spaghetti, her eyes caught Ron stuffing his face with chicken legs yet again. Despite how disgusting he looked she was glad to be back.