Author's note: this is just going to be some HP drabbles. Hope you like it! Mooshrooms! I play too many computer games! Aka minecraft! Oh, and if you do not know who this is in the Drabble, poor you. HE HAS A SCAR!

Disclaimer: sadly, I do not own HP. I own the (possibly nonexistent) plot.


His eyes were green. Green as a fresh pickled toad, or so he had been told. Bright green, piercing green. Leprechaun green. So many analogies. He wished people would try to look past the scar, not stare at it, see him for who he really was. A young boy with a destiny, a destiny know one could even begin to comprehend, and green eyes. Green, green as the flash of light that killed his parents, the flash of light that killed Cedric, the flash of light that was -though he did not know it- to kill him. Green.