Story: Alabaster Eventide
Author: Natalia Mir
Characters: Colin Creevey, Ginny Weasley (implied). Abstract
Rating: T/ PG-13
Warnings: Pretty dark themes.
Summary: Colour do not progress as time does. After all, war is neither rational nor reasonable. Rather, the colours are akin to fireworks. A flash. A bang. A lull. A finale. Then darkness and silence, except the silence screams louder than words ever could.
Disclaimer - I do not own Harry Potter. J.K. Rowling does.
Fade in. A flash of incandescent green. The brightest light recognizable by the human eye, death to all but one. A fitting way to end a war, or to begin one.
Orange. Fiery orange, raging orange. A time of celebration, but even more of tragedy and mourning. A sunrise. A sunset. Peace and tranquility, wizardkind thought.
Soon, however, the world was eclipsed by grey. The grey of uncertainty. The grey of good men who did terrible things. A danger still lurking, and the world unwilling to admit it. The silvery mists of Dementors sucking the happiness still present. Grey, because even the Dementors would cease to exist in a world of no happiness. Better to let man hope, and suck this hope away, then to allow them the privilege of utter despair. Grey. The monster of Sllytherin unleashed. A little girl lying cold in the Chamber of Secrets. No deaths- the ministry reassured- forgetting that the girl's memories and guilt would plague her for the rest of her life. No deaths except a little part of the girl's soul. The beginning of the end.
Blue. Calm. Clarity. Cold. Remember Cedric Diggory. Just a child, people would say, and yet children younger than he would give up their lives. Do not let his death be in vain. Be brave, be loyal, be wise, be cunning. Blue fades again to grey, to the shadows, but the shadows cannot prevail.
Grey secedes to red. The crimson blood of the basilisk seeping out the diary. Warmth. Hope. The beginning of the end of Voldemort. Scarlet. Courage. Sacrifice. The battle is already won. Not on the battlefield, when the people of grey finally decide to fight. The battle is won in secret. In a group of students, children really, standing in colour against the darkness of the Death Eaters. What they whispered in the dark will be screamed in the light through the crimson blood of lives willingly given up so that others can go on living.
A light flashes, again. Warmer than the curse, but still bright. The colours all jumble together. For the first time, the cameraman sees a reflection of all good colours, the warm colours. No more grey. Only white, as he falls, never to wake again. Fade Out.
~Fin
I hope you enjoyed the story. First time writing fanfiction for a long time. Comments and Criticisms are much appreciated.