A/N: Another double drabble (177 words, not including title), because I've been told I'm good at them... thanks carsex.!
This one is for DerangedxandxSarcastic, for being a fun person to exchange a million emails with, a faithful reviewer and for telling people about me.
The Windows to the Soul
When he was born, his eyes, like all newborns', were light blue, the clearest blue anyone had ever seen. Angel eyes, his mother called them, as pure and innocent as he was.
As he grew and his body changed, so did his eyes. They became hazel coloured, just like his father's, with the same sparkle of mischief, too.
His mother loved him, his father adored him, his godfather couldn't have been more proud.
He looked just like his father; same hair, same eyes, same knack for fun and chaos. Together, the men of the house drove the poor woman up the wall, yet she could do nothing but love them.
His eyes changed just once more, one last fateful time.
As death tried to take him, it got pushed back, but it had reached far enough to touch his soul.
Nobody knew, nobody thought, nobody dared to think that the famous green eyes of Harry Potter weren't the same shade of emerald his mother's had been.
No, the Avada Kedavra eyes of Harry Potter were exactly that.