Color Spectrum
By: BrunetteBeliever
Rating: K
Summary: Three drabbles follow Draco's life through white, black, and, finally, gray.
I. White
For as long as Draco can remember, there has always been a fresh bouquet of white roses on his family's dining room table. They're his mother's favorite.
He remembers reading somewhere that white is actually the absence of all color and he thinks that's rather fitting because that's what his family is - the absence of all color, love, joy, hope.
He sits at the table while his family discusses plans for the Dark Lord's return. He stares at the flowers and wants to rip them apart, petal by petal.
They're perfect and they're such a bloody lie.
II. Black
The Dark Lord's rage is black. It consumes him, consumes his entire family, until all that remains are simpering skeletons of what they once were.
Another's failure brings Voldemort's anger down upon him and he falls to the floor screaming.
Hours later, when he comes to, he notices the smashed vase on the floor beside him. He wasn't the only victim tonight. The roses are dead too.
He sees his mother crying in the corner. A pang hits his chest when he realizes he can't be sure she's crying for him.
III. Gray
The gravestone is gray. The same color as the sky. The same color as his eyes. He lays the white roses down and steps back.
He can't think of a single thing to say to his father and for once he receives no reproachful glare in return. His stomach clenches and he feels wetness on his face, but it has nothing to do with the rain clouds overhead.
He thinks back to the parked car where his wife sits with their two-month-old son.
He lays a hand on the cold stone. "I won't be like you," he whispers and slowly walks away.