Summary: How many will have to die until Mother Earth is full?

The blood paints the sky a hollow color that isn't quite so effervescent when it pours from her skin. Earth mingles with her skins sweat as she battles off the (nightmares) Death Eaters – bats them away back into the sunset where red and orange and yellow blend with the green and make something not so pretty to match everything around her.

How many bodies will have to fill the ground until Mother Earth is satisfied?

She doesn't know – so she brushes her hair back, pulls out her wand, and decides she won't stop fighting until she finds out.

Even if hers (-bloody blonde hair mixing with her sweat as people scream around her) is one of them.

There's a hum of silence in the air around her. A buzz that fuels the fire burning and makes it so unreal because she's used to screams. She's used to angry cries of 'Crucio!' and something inside of her breaking when a shriek follows. Nothing else seems to exist when she's on the battle field – with her friends around her and her enemies mixed with the ranks; she flies into the fray and sends spells from her wand ("vine wood and dragon heartstring," old Ollivander shakes his head and looks with a glittering smile, "Perfect for the determined – and wonderful for curses.").

She hurls magic from her body and flails as she is thrown back to the ground.

A ragged breath is sucked into her burning lungs as she fights back to her feet.

The Death Eater laughing at her – calling her Mudblood – is a fool. He can know she loves books, know she has a thing for her Harry, knows she is the brightest witch of her year.

But what he doesn't know will kill him. After all,

She doesn't take prisoners (it's in her blood.)

She has a thing for kaleidoscopes – for nothing distinct, for everything blurry and nice. She sits for hours on end and drifts off to sleep, letting colors mix and reality intermingles with dreams as she grins a thick grin and the blood (ugly red that can only be red) trickles out as she laughs.

Red hair and brown eyes and tan skin; and nothing is normal with her because she's magic. And hurling magic out to stop the death around her, she likes normal, like's magic, likes life.

So she'll sit and wait and watch and fight and make it all so contradictory that it's amazing.

She fights in the darkness and when she sees Draco fall next to her she screams.

She loves kaleidoscopes and mixing colour and love and hate and blurred lines.

(is that why the green shooting at her looks so pretty?)

~AU.