There they are

Green Eyes

There they are.

Her eyes.

Bright burning green, like hers in a fiery wave of passion. There is no red hair like hers to accompany those eyes. No, freckles, either – not that she had any.

How I do miss her.

I haven't seen him since he was a baby, and back then the eyes weren't even fully green. Lily and Prongs had to go into hiding so early I barely had time to say good-bye.

How did we ever make it through?

I start to rush back from the engineer's compartment but outside the door I pause and lean against a small bit of wall. What has my life turned into, getting jumpy over a pair of eyes?

But they are her eyes.

The last time I saw her eyes was at three in the morning on the first of November. I woke up, groggy, to Albus Dumbledore standing over my bed, crying and trying to smile at the same time.

I tried to bolt for the fireplace, but he perched at the edge of the bed, staring at me over those half-spectacles sliding down his crooked nose.

"I think you know what I have come to say," he said gravely.

I wouldn't look at him, trying to hold back the tears. "They're dead," I choked out. "James, Lily, little Harry..."

He looked up sharply. "You are wrong," he proclaimed simply, voice full of gratitude and pity. "Harry has lived."

"And he will be in Sirius's care?" I asked, full of new hope.

"That is what I have come to tell you," he said. "Sirius sold them. And Peter Pettigrew has been murdered at his hand."

I stared, disbelieving. "Wh-what? Sirius?" No. It. Wasn't. True. Sure, he had often threatened to kill his old hag of a mother, but kill Peter, the slowest of the Marauders? Sweet, shy, innocent Peter?

Never.

"I need you to come to Godric's Hollow with me," Albus said. "Harry has been placed at Petunia Dursley's house-"

"Not Lily's sister?!"

"Yes, I'm afraid it must be done, as much as I honestly hate to do it. Because of this, should Voldemort ever rise again, Harry will be safe until he is seventeen and can fight him on his own."

"What?" This was just too much news in the space of ten minutes. "Voldemort's gone?"

"Yes. Harry was his downfall. For a reason I shall not disclose – not that anyone else knows it – Lord Voldemort tried to kill him and was 'killed.' Harry has been left with a scar, the lingering connection between him and Lord Voldemort."

Far too much news in the space of ten minutes.

I bit my lip as he stared me in the eye. "I need to you come with me."

"T-to Godric's Hollow?" I managed to croak out.

"Indeed." His blue eyes looked like they would overflow with long-lost tears any minute. "I need a friend to identify the bodies."

I couldn't refuse. Not to Albus. And I owe it to Lily and Prongs. "I'll go."

"Good." He nods stately. "I'll leave you," Albus said, and swept out of the room.

I started to shave and looked myself in the mirror. "They're gone," I cried out. "They're gone, and Peter's gone, and Sirius is gone." And I did something I hadn't done since I'd left Hogwarts: I cried.

I bite my lip and call what was left of Gryffindor courage as I enter the compartment. This year is going to be okay. I can see her eyes, and they are smiling at me.

A/N: I wrote this long before Deathly Hallows was released, but all of the canon still fits and although the ending is not what I would like it to be, I do like the beginning. If you do review, it's very much appreciated!