I always thought it was amusing that the Killing curse is green but green is a colour often associated with life.
Let me know what you think. (Gives motivation.) I'mnot fond of the ending.
~Enjoy
Tom always did love shades of green. He was no nature lover persay, but there was just something comforting about green. Maybe it had to do with Slytherin house being the only place that felt like a real home. Or the fact that the closest person he had to a "friend", Abraxas Malfoy, was always done up in the colour. There were pleasant moments of joy...of reprieve from muggle life in the colour. The rush he got from casting an Avada Kedavra. The colour washed over his skin like a perfect armour.
And then Harry Potter came along. Verdant emeralds. The most precious jewels he wanted to see shine for as long as there were stars in the sky. But the damn boy was in his way! All his plans, all his work, his aspirations hinged on the red clad child. Red tainting the lovely green. Granted, his own once lustrous blue eyes now gleamed red themselves but something inside of him raged when he saw in the boy's mind the colour. He knew Harry would look so much better in green.
He coveted those brilliant eyes. He wanted to protect them. See them glisten with tears and beg for death. He wanted to watch the light fade out of them. But he never wanted to see them rot. Green was, ironically enough, life. As the years had passed he'd watched Harry grow older. There was a swell of pride within Tom as he thought back to the slow decrease of innocents in those gems and he was the cause of it. He owned the boy. He owned what those eyes dreaded to spy most of all. It made his chest contract with his grotesque delight.
Now as he stood with his wand aimed at the boy turned man Tom could not suppress the shiver that ran down his spine. His anticipation had built to this peak moment. He would finally see Harry Potter, the bane of his existence, cloaked in the most beautiful of colours. His could feel his distorted serpent face twist into a thin smile. He ignored his reflection in those jewels in lieu of simply beholding them.
"Avada Kedavra!" His voice screeched. The surge of green seeped into Harry's skin taking Tom with him. But that did not matter. Not really. Not when his need to see Harry bathed in green had finally be sated. What a sight it was.
Green had always been Tom's favourite colour. It had become a home, a life, and now his death. But why could it not stay? Why did the colour bleed into white? He watched Harry Potter fade back into life taking his precious, glorious emeralds with him. How unfair. How unfair the colour was sometimes.