The Color Scheme Series
Part 1
Orange
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Something like a fog surrounded the grounds of Hogwarts. Everything was in ruins and Blaise knew that this was partially his fault. Nothing that he had specifically done had any effect on the outcome; however, he had been the one to assist Draco in his endeavors to please the Dark Lord. Lying to their classmates when they noticed Draco was missing, helping search for Ravenclaw's Diadem, and essentially opening the door for the Death Eaters; letting them into the castle.
In the end, there was a great loss to both sides of the war. Too many of the light fell in during the battle and Blaise knew that there would never be forgiveness given to the families of the dark. While Voldemort was gone, the light would not soon forget the tragedy and would see to it that every surviving member of Voldemort's army would be punished severely. As Draco had been lead away, he had nodded to Blaise with a strange grateful look in his eyes.
Blaise had known what it was; Draco had been glad that Blaise never took the mark. If he didn't have the mark, then the light could never prove him guilty. During the battle, he had never lifted his wand. While assisting Draco, he had never cast a single spell. According to the lack of evidence, he was innocent. It was wrong to be glad that he was still alive. It was horrid to thank everything that he would live to see the morning. And it was nothing short of shallow to think that he would have a full and happy life.
Find a girl, get married, have a career and some kids; who would be raised and shipped off to Hogwarts like he had been. It would be easy, he thought. To disappear for a few years; leave the country. Travel somewhere like France, or maybe Spain. There he could run across a nice, old fashioned girl who didn't know who his family was. A little later they would be wed, and after having their first child, his heir, they would come back to England as if he had never left. No one would know the difference.
Everyone who knew of his allegiance was either dead, in Azkaban, or on death row. No one would ever know. "Zabini." The sound of his name brought him out of his thoughts, and by the straight neutral expression he wore, you would have thought that he had been deciding what to have for dinner. His eyes met the stark green ones of Harry Potter himself and Blaise nodded in respect. "You looked a little too wrapped up in your thoughts. Just wanted to make sure that you weren't reliving it."
Though Blaise felt a bit surprised, he didn't show it. He nodded for Harry's sake with a grim smile, "The concern is appreciated Potter. I'll be fine." Harry nodded with a short smile of his own before walking away, checking on the other students who were gathered around what was left of the great hall. With a sigh, Blaise looked away; through a large hole in the exterior wall. Down the hill, the edge of the forbidden forest was still up in fire. Flashing a hidden smirk, Blaise admired the copper and rust flames that burnt everything to ash.
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For the Colors Competition, by Empress Empoleon.
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