One and the Same
Harry set down his old paint brush, and stepped back to assess his work while brushing his raven hair from his green eyes. He had been in this room painting ever since he had been forced to return to 12 Grimold place, after Sirius had died. His paintings were of two children throughout their lives.
The first picture was of two 6 year old boys, both with dark messy hair and small fragile bodies. One boy had hazel eyes with hints of red; the other boy had bright emerald green eyes. They both looked terrified and had an expression of pain and longing on their faces; all they wanted was freedom and love but they couldn't have that. The boys were clinging to each other helplessly; they were all each other had. At the bottom of the picture it said "Two boys so alike, so hurt and lost."
Harry's green eyes strayed to the second picture of the same boys now age 11. Their dark hair still looked like it was trying to defy gravity and half winning. They both had a worn looking letter clutched in their small hands, an expression of happiness and hope on both their faces, they were going to escape their homes if they could call the places they live homes. The boys were clinging to each other with identical smiles on their faces, they were going to be free. The words on the painting said "Two children with so much promise and a brilliant future."
The third picture was of the same children at the age of 17 at their graduation. They still looked alike with dark messy hair and a spark of brilliance in their unusual red and green eyes. One of them was wearing blood red the other poison green. They stood glaring hatefully at each other both clutching their graduation papers. On the next picture the words were "Two teens so alike but so different."
The very last picture was of the same children as adults about to kill each other. Both were dripping with the others blood, they're hair matted with it and faces and robes splattered. One was surrounded by friends the other allies. The very last words were "What happened to them"
Harry sighed, he and Tom were the same in so many ways and different in so many others. Harry picked up his paint brush and started a new picture on the walls of his room, a new picture of two boys a Potter and a Riddle.