Despite what the names suggest, they don't actually follow the years very closely. Mostly just drabbly things. It was between posting one really really really long piece, or a bunch of really really short ones. I like shortness better.
The Years by Red
He was really beautiful.
That was my first thought of him, when I met him.
Dark, violet-tinted eyes framed by raven's-wing black eyelashes and pale, perfect aristocratic skin. His hair was as long as a girl's, falling down the back of his rich robes.
He looked like a Slytherin, but he was in Griffondor.
In my house.
He was the first person to introduce himself to me, sitting down to the first supper in my first school.
You could see the eyes follow him, even though he was just a first year like me. Especially the Slytherin eyes. Everyone knew that he was supposed to be over there, at that green and silver table, but the hat had put him here. Gold and red, the colors of nobility and kings. He and James found each other easily enough. Concidering how often they were in detention, it was enevitable that they would meet at some point. And to commemorate their first meeting, they stole all the ink and quills from Professor Slughorn so he couldn't write them up.
Peter was their most devoted fan. I was their token perfect child. Hanger's-on of the great Black and Potter esq., bound for glory.
It was the most I could ever have hoped for. Good grades, friends who stood by you no matter what, safety from everyone but yourself...
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