Now, as I try to forget what I had thought I knew, I see the five of us plainly in my mind's eye. Lily with her hair as red as ever, James as smitten as always, Sirius as playful as ever, me completely absorbed in yet another book, and Peter… The only thing I can see about Peter is his eyes that slowly became more and more guarded. The watery blue yes were soft when I met them all that day on the Hogwarts Express, but I hardly noticed as they grew harder and harder until they were almost unrecognizable.
I remember what Sirius's eyes looked like, how James's eyes crinkled up when he suddenly burst into laughter, how Lily's eyes seemed to pierce into your own and just linger there. I have never truly gazed into my own eyes, but I see the sympathetic looks written on people's faces when they look me straight in the eyes. Sirius's eyes changed with every day; sometimes they were guarded and cold, but sometimes they were open and friendly. His eyes never looked the same, those grey orbs constantly changing.
James's eyes always seemed to laugh and twinkle at some untold, private joke. Even when times were not the happiest that we had ever seen, the twinkle never seemed to be extinguished, just hidden from view temporarily. The hazel eyes seemed to analyze every detail, which probably explained how he managed to come up with such brilliant pranks.
Oh, but how can I possibly start to describe Lily's eyes? I can say that her eyes were green, but they were so much more than simply a color. They seemed to hold everything within them; they could switch between angry and sharp and calm and glittering in nearly an instant. No matte what mood she was in, whether it be frustrated or happy, her eyes were always beautiful.
But Peter's? Would it be horrid to say that I think I have forgotten what Peter's eyes looked like before he turned into a Death Eater? All I see when I try to imagine what his eyes must have looked like when we met is the blue of his eyes when I saw him again at Hogwarts when I was teaching. Those eyes filled with amazingly obvious fear and a strange sense of betrayal is all I thought about for days.
My four friends are dead, though. Lily and James died on that Halloween when everything changed; Sirius died on that June day when he fell through that veil. But Peter? He should have been dead to me that Halloween, that horrible day, but he lived on his my memory. He's trash to me now, only the shell of a person I thought I knew.
They are all dead. Those eyes are all dead.
A/N: A little depressing, maybe. Reviews are always appreciated.