House: Slytherin
Year: Prefect
Category: Drabble
Prompt: Burgundy
Word count: 289
Burgundy, a deep red much like that of blood.
From a very young age the colour had fascinated him. The first time he saw blood was when he had pricked his finger. The red droplet had mesmerized him as it fell to the ground.
Splash!
He was four years old when he saw his own blood for the first time, that was the day Tom found his favourite colour.
The day seeing his favourite colour became an obsession was when he created his first horcrux. It was all Tom wanted, needed. He craved to see that colour, that deep red as it splashed to the ground.
He didn't care who he hurt, or what he did, he had to see his burgundy red.
He lost himself then. It was through that obsessive colour craving Voldemort was created.
The day he lost his body by the hands of an infant introduced him to a new type of burgundy, the angry kind, the seeing red kind and for long while it was all he could see. His vision was always tinted with that red and he loved it.
The day he died Tom finally was brought back to himself, the innocent four-year-old and for the first time in his life he mourned. As the tears fell from his face and with the last of his breath, he regretted the mangled mess he had made of his body because he could no longer see that beautiful burgundy run down his skin. All that was left was the dark grey of the clouds.
Closing his eyes he tried his hardest to capture that perfect burgundy wine red as he slipped but he could not because nothing awaited him beyond, but a black abyss...